Psalms 30

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

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.

2 O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me.

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

3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

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

5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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

7 O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.

O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.

8 To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

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

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

'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

12 that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.

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