Psalm 30.

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

   2  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.

   3  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.

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

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

   6  In my prosperity I said,
         that nothing shall me move.
   7  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.

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

   9  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?

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

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



 

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