Psalms 30

1 A psalm; a song at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, and you healed me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember his holiness.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 For his anger is only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 In confidence I said, “I will never be shaken.”

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from my Lord!

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 What advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?

What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be my helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.