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Psalm 30

Thanksgiving for Recovery from Grave Illness

A Psalm. A Song at the dedication of the temple. Of David.

I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
    and did not let my foes rejoice over me.(A)
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
    and you have healed me.(B)
O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol,
    restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.[a](C)

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Notas al pie

  1. 30.3 Or that I should not go down to the Pit

30 I give you all the credit, God
    you got me out of that mess,
    you didn’t let my foes gloat.

2-3 God, my God, I yelled for help
    and you put me together.
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
    gave me another chance at life
    when I was down-and-out.

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To you, O Lord, I cried,
    and to the Lord I made supplication:
“What profit is there in my death,
    if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you?
    Will it tell of your faithfulness?(A)
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!
    O Lord, be my helper!”[a]

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing;
    you have taken off my sackcloth
    and clothed me with joy,(B)
12 so that my soul[b] may praise you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.(C)

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Notas al pie

  1. 30.10 Or The Lord heard and was gracious to me; the Lord became my helper
  2. 30.12 Heb that glory

8-10 I called out to you, God;
    I laid my case before you:
“Can you sell me for a profit when I’m dead?
    auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?
When I’m ‘dust to dust’ my songs
    and stories of you won’t sell.
So listen! and be kind!
    Help me out of this!”

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.

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