Psalmorum 30
1 Psalmus cantici, in dedicatione domus David. Exaltabo te, Domine, quoniam suscepisti me, nec delectasti inimicos meos super me.
A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Domine Deus meus, clamavi ad te, et sanasti me.
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Psallite Domino, sancti ejus; et confitemini memoriæ sanctitatis ejus.
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
5 Quoniam ira in indignatione ejus, et vita in voluntate ejus: ad vesperum demorabitur fletus, et ad matutinum lætitia.
For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
6 Ego autem dixi in abundantia mea: Non movebor in æternum.
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
7 Domine, in voluntate tua præstitisti decori meo virtutem; avertisti faciem tuam a me, et factus sum conturbatus.
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 Ad te, Domine, clamabo, et ad Deum meum deprecabor.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
9 Quæ utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem? numquid confitebitur tibi pulvis, aut annuntiabit veritatem tuam?
What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Audivit Dominus, et misertus est mei; Dominus factus est adjutor meus.
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 Convertisti planctum meum in gaudium mihi; conscidisti saccum meum, et circumdedisti me lætitia:
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
12 ut cantet tibi gloria mea, et non compungar. Domine Deus meus, in æternum confitebor tibi.
To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
