Psalms 30
Chapter 30 of 150
1 Thanksgiving for Deliverance. A psalm. A song for the dedication of the Temple. Of David.
2 I praise you, Lord, for you raised me up and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.
3 O Lord, my God, I cried out to you for help and you healed me.
4 Lord, you brought my soul up from Sheol; you let me live, from going down to the pit.
5 Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful; give thanks to his holy memory.
6 For his anger lasts but a moment; his favor a lifetime. At dusk weeping comes for the night; but at dawn there is rejoicing.
7 Complacent, I once said, “I shall never be shaken.”
8 Lord, you showed me favor, established for me mountains of virtue. But when you hid your face I was struck with terror.
9 To you, Lord, I cried out; with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
10 “What gain is there from my lifeblood, from my going down to the grave? Does dust give you thanks or declare your faithfulness?
11 Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper.”
12 You changed my mourning into dancing; you took off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.
13 So that my glory may praise you and not be silent. O Lord, my God, forever will I give you thanks.