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 Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

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

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored 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 Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

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

For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

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

And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

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.

For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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

Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

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

What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

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

Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

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

Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

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

Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.