Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. [A Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; of David. I will extol thee, O LORD, for Thou hast raised me up, and hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O LORD, Thou broughtest up my soul from the nether-world; Thou didst keep me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial [name].

Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy [cometh] in the morning.

For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time; weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

'What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise Thee? shall it declare Thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.

Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent; O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.