Psalms 30

1 I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.

1 I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

2 Jehovah myGod, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.

3 Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit.

4Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.

5For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

5 For a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.

6When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.

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

7Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

7 Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.

8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:

9What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

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

10Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.

11By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;

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

12So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.

12 That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah myGod, I will praise thee for ever.