Psalm 30 - KJV and Scottish Metrical Psalter

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 priase to thee, and not be silent.  O LORD my God, I will give thanks
    unto thee for ever.

    Psalm 30- KJV


Psalm 30
A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of
David.
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 rescu'd 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 favour 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
turn'd 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 loos'd,
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.