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A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.

30 I will extol you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up,
    and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Yahweh my God, I cried to you,
    and you have healed me.
Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol.[a]
    You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to Yahweh, you saints of his.
    Give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment.
    His favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may stay for the night,
    but joy comes in the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity,
    “I shall never be moved.”
You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong;
    but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
I cried to you, Yahweh.
    I made supplication to the Lord:
“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit?
    Shall the dust praise you?
    Shall it declare your truth?
10 Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me.
    Yahweh, be my helper.”
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me.
    You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
12     to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent.
Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

Footnotes

  1. 30:3 Sheol is the place of the dead.

Psalm 30

A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple.

I will exalt you, Lord, for you rescued me.
    You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
    and you restored my health.
You brought me up from the grave,[a] O Lord.
    You kept me from falling into the pit of death.

Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!
    Praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.

When I was prosperous, I said,
    “Nothing can stop me now!”
Your favor, O Lord, made me as secure as a mountain.
    Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.

I cried out to you, O Lord.
    I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
“What will you gain if I die,
    if I sink into the grave?
Can my dust praise you?
    Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me.
    Help me, O Lord.”

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!

Footnotes

  1. 30:3 Hebrew from Sheol.