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 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God,

I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;

Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment;

His favor is for a life-time:

Weeping may tarry for the night,

But joy cometh in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

I shall never be moved.

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

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 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.

O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.