Psalms 30
1 The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on 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 Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.
3 Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (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 Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.
5 For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
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 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.
7 Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
9 What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
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 The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
11 Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.
Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
12 That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.
Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.
