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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)

Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones,
    and give thanks to his holy name.(D)
For his anger is but for a moment;
    his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may linger for the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.(E)

As for me, I said in my prosperity,
    “I shall never be moved.”
By your favor, O Lord,
    you had established me as a strong mountain;
you hid your face;
    I was dismayed.(F)

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?(G)
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!
    O Lord, be my helper!”[b]

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

Footnotes

  1. 30.3 Or that I should not go down to the Pit
  2. 30.10 Or The Lord heard and was gracious to me; the Lord became my helper
  3. 30.12 Heb that glory

Psalm 30

A psalm. A song for the temple dedication. Of David.

30 I exalt you, Lord, because you pulled me up;
    you didn’t let my enemies celebrate over me.
Lord, my God, I cried out to you for help,
    and you healed me.
Lord, you brought me[a] up from the grave,[b]
    brought me back to life from among those going down to the pit.

You who are faithful to the Lord,
    sing praises to him;
    give thanks to his holy name!
His anger lasts for only a second,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime.
Weeping may stay all night,
    but by morning, joy!

When I was comfortable, I said,
    “I will never stumble.”
Because it pleased you, Lord,
    you made me a strong mountain.
But then you hid your presence.
    I was terrified.
I cried out to you, Lord.
    I begged my Lord for mercy:
“What is to be gained by my spilled blood,
    by my going down into the pit?
Does dust thank you?
    Does it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Lord, listen and have mercy on me!
    Lord, be my helper!”

11 You changed my mourning into dancing.
    You took off my funeral clothes
        and dressed me up in joy
12     so that my whole being
    might sing praises to you and never stop.
Lord, my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 30:3 Or my soul
  2. Psalm 30:3 Heb Sheol