Psalms 30

1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

Psalmus Cantici In dedicatione domus David. Exaltabo te Domine quoniam suscepisti me: nec delectasti inimicos meos super me.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Domine Deus meus clamavi ad te, et sanasti me.

3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Domine eduxisti ab inferno animam meam: salvasti me a descendentibus in lacum. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Psallite Domino sancti eius: et confitemini memoriæ sanctitatis eius.

5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

Quoniam ira in indignatione eius: et vita in voluntate eius. Ad vesperum demorabitur fletus: et ad matutinum lætitia.

6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

Ego autem dixi in abundantia mea: Non movebor in æternum.

7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

Domine in voluntate tua, præstitisti decori meo virtutem. Avertisti faciem tuam a me, et factus sum conturbatus.

8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

Ad te Domine clamabo: et ad Deum meum deprecabor.

9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

Quæ utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem? Numquid confitebitur tibi pulvis, aut annunciabit veritatem tuam?

10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

Audivit Dominus, et misertus est mei: Dominus factus est adiutor meus.

11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

Convertisti planctum meum in gaudium mihi: conscidisti saccum meum, et circumdedisti me lætitia:

12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

Ut cantet tibi gloria mea: et non compungar: Domine Deus meus in æternum confitebor tibi.