Psalms 30

1 A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David. I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

3 O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

5 For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

6 And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.

7 For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.

9 What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

10 Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.

11 Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;

12 Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.

So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.