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.

Ngizakuphakamisa, Nkosi, ngoba ungenyusile, njalo kawuthokozisanga izitha zami ngami.

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

Nkosi Nkulunkulu wami, ngakhalela kuwe, wangisilisa.

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)

Nkosi, uwukhuphulile umphefumulo wami engcwabeni, ungigcinile ngiphila, ukuze ngingehleli emgodini. (Sheol h7585)

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

Hlabelelani eNkosini, lina bangcwele bayo, libonge ekukhunjulweni kobungcwele bayo.

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!

Ngoba ukuthukuthela kwayo kungokwesikhatshana, impilo isemuseni wayo. Ukulila kungahlala kusihlwa, kanti ekuseni kulentokozo.

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

Mina-ke ngathi ekuphumeleleni kwami: Kangiyikunyikinywa laphakade.

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

Nkosi, ngomusa wakho wenzile intaba yami iqine; wabufihla ubuso bakho, ngahlupheka.

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

Ngakhala kuwe, Nkosi; ngancenga eNkosini.

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

Kulenzuzo bani egazini lami ekutshoneni kwami emgodini? Uthuli luzakudumisa na? Luzatshumayela iqiniso lakho yini?

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

Zwana, Nkosi, ube lomusa kimi; Nkosi, woba ngumsizi wami.

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

Uphendule ukukhala kwami kwaba yikusina; ukhuphile isaka lami, wangibhincisa intokozo,

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.

ukuze udumo lwami luhlabele indumiso kuwe, lungathuli; Nkosi, Nkulunkulu wami, ngizakubonga kuze kube nininini.