Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David. I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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.

2 LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

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

3 LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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)

4 Sing praise to the LORD, you holy ones of his. Give thanks to his holy name.

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

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favour is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

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.

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

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

7 You, LORD, when you favoured me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

8 I cried to you, LORD. I made supplication to the Lord:

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

9 “What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper.”

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

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

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

12 to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

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.