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 Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; of David. I will extol thee, O LORD, for Thou hast raised me up, and hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2 Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.

O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal 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 broughtest up my soul from the nether-world; Thou didst keep me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.

Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.

5 For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.

For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time; weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.

Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'

7 Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.

Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.

8 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.

Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:

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 profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise Thee? shall it declare Thy truth?

10 The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.

Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my 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 didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;

12 That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.

So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent; O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.