Psalm 30
1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
1 I will magnify thee, O Lord; for thou hast | set me | up, ||
and not | made my | foes to | triumph • over me. ||
2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee; and | thou hast | healed me. ||
3 Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell: * thou hast kept my life, that I should | not go | down in•to the | pit. ||
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.
4 Sing praises unto the | Lord, • O ye | saints of • his; ||
and give thanks unto him, for a re- | membrance | of his | holi•ness. ||
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.
5 For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, * and in his | pleasure • is | life; ||
heaviness may endure for a night, but | joy | cometh • in the | morning. ||
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall | never • be re- | moved: ||
thou, Lord, of thy goodness, hast | made my | hill so | strong. ||
7 Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
7 Thou didst turn thy face from me, 3 and | I was | troubled. ||
8 Then cried I unto thee, O Lord; and | gat me • to my | Lord right | humbly. ||
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?
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go | down in•to the | pit? ||
10 Shall the dust give thanks unto thee? * or 3 shall | it de- | clare 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;
† 11 Hear, O | Lord, • and have | mer•cy up- ||
on me; | Lord, be | thou my | helper. ||
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.
12 Thou hast turned my | heaviness • into | joy; ||
thou hast put off my | 3 sackcloth, and | girded • me with | gladness: ||
13 Therefore shall every good man sing of thy | praise with•out | ceasing. ||
O my God, I will give | thanks • unto | thee for | ever. ||
About the Pointing
The text of the Coverdale Psalter follows the 1928 American Book of Common Prayer. The pointing, suitably adapted, is taken from Charles Macpherson, Edward C. Bairstow, and Percy C. Buck, The English Psalter (Novello & Co., 1925).