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 song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

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

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to 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 lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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 by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

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

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to 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 mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

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

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.