Psalms 30

1 A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer 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 Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

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

3 O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into 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 praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

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

5 For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth 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 And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

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

7 For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and 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 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

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

9 What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

'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 Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

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

12 Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.

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.