Psalms 30

1 A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.

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

Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.

3 O LORD, 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)

Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.

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

For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.

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

Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.

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

Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.

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

Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.

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 in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?

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

The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.

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

Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.

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

That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.