Psalms 30

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

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

2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.

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

3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

Sing praise to Jehovah, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

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

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

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

7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.

You, Jehovah, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

I cried to you, Jehovah. To Jehovah I made petition:

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

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

10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

Hear, Jehovah, and have mercy on me. Jehovah, be my helper."

11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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

12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

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