Psalms 30

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

1A 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.

2O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

3O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down <FI>to<Fi> the pit.

4Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

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

5For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning.

5For--a moment <FI>is<Fi> in His anger, Life <FI>is<Fi> in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

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

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

7Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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

8I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

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

9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

9`What gain <FI>is<Fi> in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

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

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

11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

11Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me <FI>with<Fi> joy.

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

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