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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

(A psalm by David for the dedication of the temple.)

A Prayer of Thanks

I will praise you, Lord!
    You saved me from the grave
and kept my enemies
    from celebrating my death.
I prayed to you, Lord God,
    and you healed me,
saving me from death
    and the grave.

Your faithful people, Lord,
will praise you with songs
    and honor your holy name.
Your anger lasts a little while,
but your kindness lasts
    for a lifetime.
At night we may cry,
but when morning comes
    we will celebrate.

I felt secure and thought,
    “I'll never be shaken!”
You, Lord, were my friend,
and you made me strong
    as a mighty mountain.
But when you hid your face,
    I was crushed.

I prayed to you, Lord,
    and in my prayer I said,
“What good will it do you
    if I am in the grave?
Once I have turned to dust,
    how can I praise you
or tell how loyal you are?
10     Have pity, Lord! Help!”

11 You have turned my sorrow
    into joyful dancing.
No longer am I sad
    and wearing sackcloth.[a]
12 I thank you from my heart,
    and I will never stop
singing your praises,
    my Lord and my God.

Footnotes

  1. 30.11 sackcloth: A rough, dark-colored cloth made from goat or camel hair and used to make grain sacks. It was worn in times of trouble or sorrow.