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 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.

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

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

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)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks 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 anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

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

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

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 to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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

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

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

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

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

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.