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.

A psalm of David. A psalm for the dedication of the Temple. I want to tell everyone how good you are, Lord, for you saved me, and you didn't let my enemies triumph over me.

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

Lord, my God, I called out to you for help, and you 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)

Lord, you rescued me from the grave, you brought me back to life, saving me from going down into the pit of death. (Sheol h7585)

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

You who trust the Lord, sing praises to him, and be thankful for his holy character!

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 only lasts a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime. You may spend the night in tears, but happiness comes with the morning.

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

When things were going well, I said, “Nothing will ever shake me!”

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.

Lord, when you showed me your favor I stood as strong as a mountain; when you turned away from me I was terrified.

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

I called out to you for help, Lord. I asked the Lord for grace, saying,

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

What would you gain if I die, if I go down into the pit of death? Would my dust praise you? Would it tell of your trustworthiness?

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

Please listen to me, Lord, and be gracious to me! Lord, you are the one who helps me.

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

You have turned my weeping into dancing. You have taken off my clothes of sackcloth and dressed me in happiness,

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

so I can sing praises to you and not keep quiet. Lord my God, I will thank you forever!