The Book of Psalms

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- Chapter 30 -

You have turned my mourning into dancing

A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit.

Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.

You have turned my mourning into dancing

I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol.(a) You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of his. Give thanks to his holy name.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”

You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

I cried to you, LORD. I made supplication to the Lord:

“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper.”

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

Footnotes

(a)30:3 Sheol is the place of the dead.