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. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
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 his anger lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”
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 to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
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 unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.
