Psalms 30

A Psalm of David: dedication-song of the house.

1 I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me. 2 Jehovah my God*GodHebrew: Elohim I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. 3 Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. 4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness. 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.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved. 7 Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled. 8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication: 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? 10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper. 11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; 12 That my glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God*GodHebrew: Elohim I will praise thee for ever.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God,

I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;

Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

5 For 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.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

I shall never be moved.

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To 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.