Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

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 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.