< Psalms 30 >
1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol )
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.