Psalms 30

1 I will extol you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto you, and you have healed me.

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

3 O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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)

4 Sing unto the LORD, O all of you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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

5 For his anger endures but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

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

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

7 LORD, by your favour you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

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

8 I cried to you, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.

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

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

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?

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be you my helper.

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

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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

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

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.