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 [and] Song [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes 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 hast healed 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 up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept 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 unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
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 [endureth but] a moment; in his favour [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.
6 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
And in my prosperity I said, 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.
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.
8 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
I cried to thee, O LORD; 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 have mercy upon 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 hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded 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.
To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
