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.
A Psalm of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed 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 h7585)
Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in 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 a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
As for me, 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!
Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did 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, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed 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 psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
