Psalms 30

1 A psalm [the] song of [the] dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you O Yahweh for you have drawn up me and not you have allowed to rejoice enemies my to 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 God my I cried for help to you and you healed me.

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.

3 O Yahweh you brought up from Sheol life my you preserved alive me (from going down my *Q(K)*) [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 Sing praises to Yahweh O faithful [people] his and give thanks to [the] remembrance of holiness his.

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

5 For a moment - [is] in anger his life [is] in favor his in the evening it passes [the] night weeping and to the morning a shout of joy.

For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

6 And I I said in prosperity my not I will be shaken for ever.

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

7 O Yahweh in favor your you made stand to mountain my strength you hid face your I was disturbed.

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

8 To you O Yahweh I called out and to [the] Lord I sought favor.

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

9 What? [is the] profit in blood my in going down my to [the] pit ¿ will it give thanks to you dust ¿ will it declare faithfulness your.

‘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 favor to me O Yahweh be a helper of me.

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

11 You turned wailing my into dancing to me you loosened sackcloth my and you girded me joy.

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

12 So that - it may sing praises to you honor and not it may be silent O Yahweh God my for ever I will give thanks to you.

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.