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 Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored 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)
O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into 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 praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.
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 he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine 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 my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
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.
Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.
