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Psalms 30

New Living Translation NLT

1 I will exalt you, LORD, for you rescued me. You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried to you for help, and you restored my health.

3 You brought me up from the grave, O LORD . You kept me from falling into the pit of death.

4 Sing to the LORD, all you godly ones! Praise his holy name.

5 For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime! Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.

6 When I was prosperous, I said, “Nothing can stop me now!”

7 Your favor, O LORD, made me as secure as a mountain. Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.

8 I cried out to you, O LORD . I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,

9 “What will you gain if I die, if I sink into the grave? Can my dust praise you? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

10 Hear me, LORD, and have mercy on me. Help me, O LORD .”

11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,

12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever!

The Message Bible MSG

1 I give you all the credit, God - you got me out of that mess, you didn't let my foes gloat.

2 God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together.

3 God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.

4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face!

5 He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.

6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made.

7 I'm God's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.

8 I called out to you, God; I laid my case before you:

9 "Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead? auction me off at a cemetery yard sale? When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs and stories of you won't sell.

10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!"

11 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.

12 I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough.