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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou hast 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 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 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

Sing unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!

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 endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

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, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

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

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

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

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

Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness.

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

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