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.

[A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, Jehovah, for you 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.

Jehovah my God, I cried to you, and you 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)

Jehovah, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You 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, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

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 stay for the night, but joy comes 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.

You, Jehovah, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, Jehovah. To Jehovah I made petition:

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 destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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

Hear, Jehovah, and have mercy on me. Jehovah, be my helper."

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

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed 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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to you forever.