Salmos 30

1 Ensalzarte he, o! Jehová, porque me has ensalzado: y no hiciste alegrar a mis enemigos de mí.

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 Jehová, Dios mío, clamé a ti, y me sanaste.

O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 Jehová, hiciste subir del sepulcro mi alma: dísteme vida de mi descendimiento a la sepultura. (Sheol h7585)

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 Cantád a Jehová sus misericordiosos: y celebrad la memoria de su santidad.

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

5 Porque un momento hay en su furor, mas vida en su voluntad: a la tarde reposará el lloro, y a la mañana vendrá la alegría.

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 Y yo dije en mi quietud: No resbalaré jamás.

But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

7 Porque tú, Jehová, por tu benevolencia asentaste mi monte con fortaleza: mas escondiste tu rostro, y yo fui conturbado.

O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

8 A ti, o! Jehová, llamaré: y al Señor suplicaré.

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

9 ¿Qué provecho hay en mi muerte, cuando yo descendiere al hoyo? ¿Loarte ha el polvo? ¿anunciará tu verdad?

What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

10 Oye, o! Jehová, y ten misericordia de mí: Jehová, sé mi ayudador.

Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

11 Tú tornaste mi endecha en baile: desataste mi saco, y ceñísteme de alegría.

Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

12 Por tanto a ti canté gloria, y no callé: Jehová Dios mío, para siempre te alabaré.

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.