Psalms 30

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[1]David praiseth God for his deliverance: [4]he exhorteth others to praise him by the example of God's dealing with him.

A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

1. I WILL extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2. O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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. Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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. And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

7. Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8. I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD 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 LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

11. Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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.

Metrical version

Psalm 30

C.M. St. Fulbert

LORD, I will thee extol, for thou
hast lifted me on high,
And over me thou to rejoice
mad'st not mine enemy.

O thou who art the LORD my God,
I in distress to thee,
With loud cries lifted up my voice,
and thou hast healed me.

O LORD, my soul thou hast brought up,
and rescued from the grave;
That I to pit should not go down,
alive thou didst me save.

O ye that are his holy ones,
sing praise unto the LORD;
And give unto him thanks, when ye
his holiness record.

For but a moment lasts his wrath;
life in his favour lies:
Weeping may for a night endure,
at morn doth joy arise.

In my prosperity I said,
that nothing shall me move.
O LORD, thou hast my mountain made
to stand strong by thy love:

But when that thou, O gracious God,
didst hide thy face from me,
Then quickly was my prosp'rous state
turned into misery.

Wherefore unto the LORD my cry
I caused to ascend:
My humble supplication
I to the LORD did send.

What profit is there in my blood,
when I go down to pit?
Shall unto thee the dust give praise?
thy truth declare shall it?

Hear, LORD, have mercy; help me, LORD:
 Thou turned hast my sadness
To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loosed,
and girded me with gladness;

That sing thy praise my glory may,
and never silent be.
O LORD my God, for evermore
I will give thanks to thee.