Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

I will extol you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

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

3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

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

5 For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

For his anger endures but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

6 And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.

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

7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.

LORD, by your favor you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

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

9 'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

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

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me: LORD, be you my helper.

11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!

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