Psalms 30

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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.