1 A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David.

2 \30:1\I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.

3 \30:2\O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

4 \30:3\O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.

5 \30:4\Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

6 \30:5\For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

7 \30:6\When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.

8 \30:7\Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

9 \30:8\My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.

10 \30:9\What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

11 \30:10\Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.

12 \30:11\By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;

13 \30:12\So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.

1 Exaltar-te-ei, ó Senhor, porque tu me levantaste, e não permitiste que meus inimigos se alegrassem sobre mim.

2 Ó Senhor, Deus meu, a ti clamei, e tu me curaste.

3 Senhor, fizeste subir a minha alma do Seol, conservaste-me a vida, dentre os que descem à cova.

4 Cantai louvores ao Senhor, vós que sois seus santos, e louvai o seu santo nome.

5 Porque a sua ira dura só um momento; no seu favor está a vida. O choro pode durar uma noite; pela manhã, porém, vem o cântico de júbilo.

6 Quanto a mim, dizia eu na minha prosperidade: Jamais serei abalado.

7 Tu, Senhor, pelo teu favor fizeste que a minha montanha permanecesse forte; ocultaste o teu rosto, e fiquei conturbado.

8 A ti, Senhor, clamei, e ao Senhor supliquei:

9 Que proveito haverá no meu sangue, se eu descer à cova? Porventura te louvará o pó? Anunciará ele a tua verdade?

10 Ouve, Senhor, e tem compaixão de mim! O Senhor, sê o meu ajudador!

11 Tornaste o meu pranto em regozijo, tiraste o meu cilício, e me cingiste de alegria;

12 para que a minha alma te cante louvores, e não se cale. Senhor, Deus meu, eu te louvarei para sempre.