PSALMS.
Chapter 30.
A psalm by David sung at the dedication of the temple. I will honor you highly, O Lord, because you have pulled me out ⌞of the pit⌟ and have not let my enemies rejoice over me. 
O Lord my God, I cried out to you for help, and you healed me. 
O Lord, you brought me up from the grave. You called me back to life from among those who had gone into the pit. 
Make music to praise the Lord, you faithful people who belong to him. Remember his holiness by giving thanks. 
His anger lasts only a moment. His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may last for the night, but there is a song of joy in the morning. 
When all was well with me, I said, “I will never be shaken.” 
O Lord, by your favor you have made my mountain stand firm. When you hid your face, I was terrified. 
I will cry out to you, O Lord. I will plead to the Lord for mercy: 
“How will you profit if my blood is shed, if I go into the pit? Will the dust ⌞of my body⌟ give thanks to you? Will it tell about your truth?” 
Hear, O Lord, and have pity on me! O Lord, be my helper! 
You have changed my sobbing into dancing. You have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy 
so that my soul  may praise you with music and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever. 
