Psalm 30 | King James Version
1A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.2O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.3O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.4Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.6And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.7LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;12To 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.
English Standard Version
Joy Comes with the Morning
1A Psalm of David. A song at the dedication of the temple. I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.2O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.3O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.*4Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.*5For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.* Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.6As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”7By your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong; you hid your face; I was dismayed.8To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy:9“What profit is there in my death,* if I go down to the pit?* Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?10Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!”11You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,12that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
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