Psalm 30
A psalm; a song for the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David.
Jehovah, with praise may your name be exulted,
because you have rescued me, LORD;
you haven't let enemies brag of my downfall.
I cried and my health's been restored.
You brought me up out from the realm of the buried;
from those in the pit, saved my soul.
Sing praise to Jehovah, you faithful and holy,
remember his name to extol.
His anger is fleeting and lasts but a moment,
his favor — a lifetime — goes on.
The tears you are weeping may last for an evening,
but joy will arrive with the dawn.
When I felt secure, I said, Nothing can stop me.
Your favor, LORD, made me feel blessed;
you made me stand firm and as strong as a mountain —
but, when you hid I was distressed.
I cried out to you, LORD, and begged for your mercy:
What profit is gained in my death?
If I'm in the grave, will my dust choose to praise you?
Declaring your truth without breath?
LORD, hear me, be gracious; O LORD, be my helper.
LORD, you've turned my mourning to dance;
exchanging my sackcloth for garments of gladness,
reversing my whole circumstance.
So, let my heart sing and my tongue not be silent,
forever will I give you praise;
O LORD, God Jehovah, I thank you in earnest,
and will for the rest of my days.
Jehovah, with praise may your name be exulted,
because you have rescued me, LORD;
you haven't let enemies brag of my downfall.
I cried and my health's been restored.
You brought me up out from the realm of the buried;
from those in the pit, saved my soul.
Sing praise to Jehovah, you faithful and holy,
remember his name to extol.
His anger is fleeting and lasts but a moment,
his favor — a lifetime — goes on.
The tears you are weeping may last for an evening,
but joy will arrive with the dawn.
When I felt secure, I said, Nothing can stop me.
Your favor, LORD, made me feel blessed;
you made me stand firm and as strong as a mountain —
but, when you hid I was distressed.
I cried out to you, LORD, and begged for your mercy:
What profit is gained in my death?
If I'm in the grave, will my dust choose to praise you?
Declaring your truth without breath?
LORD, hear me, be gracious; O LORD, be my helper.
LORD, you've turned my mourning to dance;
exchanging my sackcloth for garments of gladness,
reversing my whole circumstance.
So, let my heart sing and my tongue not be silent,
forever will I give you praise;
O LORD, God Jehovah, I thank you in earnest,
and will for the rest of my days.
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