Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.

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

5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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

7 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

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

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.