Psalm 30:11,12

Em outras traduções

1. KJV King James Version

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

   12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.*30.12 my glory: that is, my tongue, or, my soul

2. NIV New International Version

   11 You turned my wailing into dancing;

   you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

   12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.

   Lord my God, I will praise you forever.

3. ESV English Standard Version

   11 You have turned for me my mourning into *Ex. 15:20;2 Sam. 6:14;Jer. 31:4,13;[Ps. 149:3;150:4;Lam. 5:15]dancing;

   you have loosed my sackcloth

   and clothed me with gladness,

   12 that my *See Ps. 16:9glory may sing your praise and not be silent.

   O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

4. NLT New Living Translation

   11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.

   You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,

   12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.

   O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

5. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   11 *Eccl. 3:4; Is. 61:3; Jer. 31:4You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

   You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,

   12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.

   O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   11 You turned my lament into dancing;

   you removed my sackcloth

   and clothed me with gladness,  * 30:11 Ec 3:4; Is 61:10; Jr 31:13

   12 so that I can sing to you and not be silent.

   Lord my God, I will praise you forever.  * 30:12 Ps 44:8; 108:1

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   11 For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs. My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.

   12 I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.

8. MSG The Message

   11,12 You did it: you changed wild lament

   into whirling dance;

   You ripped off my black mourning band

   and decked me with wildflowers.

   I’m about to burst with song;

   I can’t keep quiet about you.

   God, my God,

   I can’t thank you enough.