Psalms 30

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 [Psalm Canticle for the Dedication of the House Of David] I praise you to the heights, Yahweh, for youhave raised me up, you have not let my foes make merry over me.	1 A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David's house.
2 Yahweh, my God, I cried to you for help and you healed me.	2 I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.
3 Yahweh, you have lifted me out of Sheol, from among those who sink into oblivion you have given melife.	3 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.
4 Make music for Yahweh, al you who are faithful to him, praise his unforgettable holiness.	4 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.
5 His anger lasts but a moment, his favour through life; In the evening come tears, but with dawn cries ofjoy.	5 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
6 Carefree, I used to think, 'Nothing can ever shake me!'	6 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.
7 Your favour, Yahweh, set me on impregnable heights, but you turned away your face and I wasterrified.	7 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
8 To you, Yahweh, I cal , to my God I cry for mercy.	8 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
9 What point is there in my death, my going down to the abyss? Can the dust praise you or proclaimyour faithfulness?	9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
10 Listen, Yahweh, take pity on me, Yahweh, be my help!	10 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing, you have stripped off my sackcloth and clothed me withjoy.	11 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
12 So my heart wil sing to you unceasingly, Yahweh, my God, I shal praise you for ever.	12 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:
	13 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.