Psalms 30

1 A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my 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 have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

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

3 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into 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, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

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

5 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

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 in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

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

7 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became 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 I will make supplication to my God.

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

9 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or 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 hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

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

12 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise 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!