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.

Ihubo. Ingoma. Elokunikela ithempeli. ElikaDavida. Ngizakuphakamisa, Oh Thixo, ngoba wangenyula ekujuleni awaze wavumela izitha zami zijabule phezu kwami.

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

Awu Thixo, Nkulunkulu wami, ngacela Kuwe uncedo wangisilisa.

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)

Yebo Thixo wangenyula elibeni, wangisiza ngaphepha ukungena egodini. (Sheol h7585)

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

Hlabelelani kuThixo lina bathembekileyo bakhe; dumisani ibizo lakhe elingcwele.

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.

Ngoba ukuthukuthela Kwakhe ngokomzuzwana nje, kodwa umusa wakhe ukhona okwempilo yonke; ukulila kungaqhubeka ubusuku bonke, kodwa ukuthokoza kuyafika ekuseni.

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

Ngathi lapho ngizizwa ngihlezi kuhle ngathi, “Kangisoze ngafa ngahlukuluzeka.”

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

Yebo Thixo, wathi lapho ungizwela wenza intaba yami yagxila qho; kodwa kwathi lapho usufihle ubuso Bakho ngaphelelwa lithemba.

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

Ngakhala kuwe, Thixo; ngacela umusa eNkosini:

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?

“Kulenzuzo bani ngokubhujiswa kwami na, ngokutshona kwami egodini? Kambe uthuli luzakudumisa na? Lona luzafakaza na ngokuthembeka Kwakho?

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

Zwana, Oh Thixo, ube lomusa kimi; woba lusizo lwami.”

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

Waguqula ukububula kwami kwaba ngumgido; wangihlubula izigqoko zamasaka wangigqokisa ukuthokoza,

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

ukuze inhliziyo yami ikuhlabelele ingathuli. Oh Thixo, Nkulunkulu wami, ngizakubonga nini lanini.