Psalms, 30

A melody. A song of inauguration of the house. Of David.

¹ I shall exalt you, O Jehovah,^*1 for you have drawn me up And you have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

² O Jehovah^*1 my God, I cried to you for help, and you proceeded to heal me.

³ O Jehovah, you have brought up my soul from Sheʹol^*1 itself; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down into the pit.

⁴ Make melody to Jehovah,^*1 O YOU loyal ones of his, Give thanks to his holy memorial;^*2

⁵ Because being under his anger is for a moment, Being under his goodwill is for a lifetime. In the evening weeping may take up lodging, but in the morning there is a joyful cry.

⁶ As for me, I have said in my ease: “Never shall I be made to totter.”

⁷ O Jehovah,^*1 in your goodwill you have made my mountain to stand in strength. You concealed your face; I became one that is disturbed.

⁸ To you, O Jehovah,^*1 I kept calling; And to Jehovah^*2 I kept making entreaty for favor.

⁹ What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit?^*1 Will the dust laud you? Will it tell of your trueness?^*2

¹⁰ Hear, O Jehovah,^*1 and show me favor. O Jehovah,^*2 prove yourself my helper.

¹¹ You have changed my mourning into dancing for me; You have loosened my sackcloth, and you keep me girded with rejoicing,

¹² In order that [my] glory^*1 may make melody to you and not keep silent. O Jehovah^*2 my God, to time indefinite I will laud you.