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; a song at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, 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)

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember 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 only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

In confidence I said, “I will never 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.

Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from 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 advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?

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

Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be my helper.

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 into dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.

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

So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!