Berean Standard
Psalm
Chapter 30
                                                            A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            “What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.