Psalms 30

NEW JERUSALEM	KING JAMES BIBLE
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 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Yahweh, my God, I cried to you for help and you healed me.	2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 Yahweh, you have lifted me out of Sheol, from among those who sink into oblivion you have given melife.	3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Make music for Yahweh, al you who are faithful to him, praise his unforgettable holiness.	4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 His anger lasts but a moment, his favour through life; In the evening come tears, but with dawn cries ofjoy.	5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 Carefree, I used to think, 'Nothing can ever shake me!'	6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 Your favour, Yahweh, set me on impregnable heights, but you turned away your face and I wasterrified.	7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 To you, Yahweh, I cal , to my God I cry for mercy.	8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 What point is there in my death, my going down to the abyss? Can the dust praise you or proclaimyour faithfulness?	9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Listen, Yahweh, take pity on me, Yahweh, be my help!	10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing, you have stripped off my sackcloth and clothed me withjoy.	11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 So my heart wil sing to you unceasingly, Yahweh, my God, I shal praise you for ever.	12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.