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 of David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon 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 raised me up from the underworld; 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 his servants! And praise 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 endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

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.

Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, 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 unto thee, O LORD! To 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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! 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 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.

Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!