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 for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

3 Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)

LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have 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 praise to the LORD, you his faithful ones. 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 favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

As for me, I said in my prosperity, "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.

You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

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 destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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

Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be 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.

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed 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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.