Psalm 30

¹ Jehovah, I will thee extol,

for thou hast lift up me;

and over me thou hast not made

my foes joyful to be.

² O Lord my God, to thee I cry’d

and thou hast made me whole.

³ Out of the grave, O Jehovah,

thou hast brought up my soul:

thou mad’st me live, I went not down

⁴ to pit. Sing to the Lord,

ye his saints, and give thanks when ye

his holiness record.

⁵ For but a moment in his wrath;

life in his love doth stay:

weeping may lodge with us a night

but joy at break of day.

⁶ I said in my prosperity,

I shall be moved never.

⁷ Lord, by thy favour thou hast made

my mountain stand fast ever:

thou hid’st thy face, I troubl’d was.

⁸ I unto thee did cry,

O Lord: also my humble suit

unto the Lord made I.

⁹ What gain is in my blood; when I

into the pit go down?

shall dust give glory unto thee?

shall it thy truth make known?

¹⁰ Do thou me, O Jehovah, hear,

and on me mercy have:

Jehovah, O be thou to me

an helper me to save.

¹¹ Thou into dancing for my sake

converted hast my sadness:

my sackcloth thou unloosed hast,

and girded me with gladness:

¹² That sing to thee my glory may,

and may not silent be:

O Lord my God, I will give thanks

for evermore to thee.