Psalms 30

1 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.

A psalm; a song at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, and you healed me.

3 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)

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember his holiness.

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

For his anger is only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

In confidence I said, “I will never be shaken.”

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

Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from my Lord!

9 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?

What advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?

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

Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be my helper.

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

You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.

12 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.

So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!