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Psalms 30
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Psalms
Capítulo 30
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A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David. I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,
And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
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O Jehovah my God,
I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3
O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;
Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4
Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,
And give thanks to his holy memorial name.
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For his anger is but for a moment;
His favor is for a life-time:
Weeping may tarry for the night,
But joy cometh in the morning.
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As for me, I said in my prosperity,
I shall never be moved.
7
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:
Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8
I cried to thee, O Jehovah;
And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
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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 Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:
Jehovah, be thou my helper.
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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;
Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.
O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
Psalms
Capítulo 30
1
A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. 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.
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And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
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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 praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.