Psalms 30

1 A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

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

4 Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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

7 For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 ‘What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

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

11 You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.