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.

“A psalm of David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon 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 LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; 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 the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!

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, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

I said in my prosperity, “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!

Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, 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 unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD 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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! 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 didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird 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.

Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!