Psalms 30

1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

I will extol thee, O YHWH; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O YHWH my Elohim, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Sing unto YHWH, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

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

7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

YHWH, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

I cried to thee, O YHWH; and unto YHWH I made supplication.

9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

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

11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

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

12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O YHWH my Elohim, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.