Psalm 29-30

Common English Bible

Psalm 29

A psalm of David.

29 You, divine beings! Give to the Lord—
give to the Lord glory and power!
²Give to the Lord the glory due his name!
Bow down to the Lord in holy splendor!

³The Lord’s voice is over the waters;
    the glorious God thunders;
        the Lord is over the mighty waters.
⁴The Lord’s voice is strong;
    the Lord’s voice is majestic.
⁵The Lord’s voice breaks cedar trees—
    yes, the Lord shatters the cedars of Lebanon.
⁶He makes Lebanon jump around like a young bull,
    makes Sirion jump around like a young wild ox.
⁷The Lord’s voice unleashes fiery flames;
⁸    the Lord’s voice shakes the wilderness—
        yes, the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.
⁹The Lord’s voice convulses the oaks,
    strips the forests bare,
        but in his temple everyone shouts, “Glory!”
¹⁰The Lord sits enthroned over the floodwaters;
    the Lord sits enthroned—king forever!

¹¹Let the Lord give strength to his people!
Let the Lord bless his people with peace!

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.
²Lord, my God, I cried out to you for help,
    and you healed me.
³Lord, you brought me^[a] up from the grave,^[b]
    brought me back to life from among those going down to the pit.

⁴You who are faithful to the Lord,
    sing praises to him;
    give thanks to his holy name!
⁵His anger lasts for only a second,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime.
Weeping may stay all night,
    but by morning, joy!

⁶When I was comfortable, I said,
    “I will never stumble.”
⁷Because it pleased you, Lord,
    you made me a strong mountain.
But then you hid your presence.
    I was terrified.
⁸I cried out to you, Lord.
    I begged my Lord for mercy:
⁹“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?
¹⁰Lord, listen and have mercy on me!
    Lord, be my helper!”

¹¹You 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.