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 temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, and you healed me.

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

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember 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 is only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

In confidence I said, “I will never be shaken.”

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

Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; 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, Yahweh, and sought favor from 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 advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?

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

Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, 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; 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.

So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!