Psalms Chapter 30
I’m about to hype you up, Lord; you raised me up high, so my haters can’t flex on me.
[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.
Yo, Lord my God, I called out to you, and you straight up healed me.
O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Lord, you yanked my soul from the grave: you kept me alive, so I’m not heading down to the pit.
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.
Vibe with the Lord, all you saints, and show gratitude for his energy.
Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. {at...: or, to the memorial}
His anger's just for a sec; in his favor, there’s life: we might weep at night, but joy hits different in the morning.
For his anger {endureth but} a moment; in his favour {is} life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy {cometh} in the morning. {his anger...: Heb. there is but a moment in his anger} {for a night: Heb. in the evening} {joy: Heb. singing}
Back when I was thriving, I thought I was invincible.
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
Lord, your favor made my mountain solid: when you turned away, I got shook.
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, {and} I was troubled. {made...: Heb. settled strength for my mountain}
I hollered to you, Lord; I laid my request out for you.
I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
What’s the deal with my blood if I hit the pit? Can the dust hype you up or share the tea on your truth?
What profit {is there} in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Hear me, Lord, and show some mercy: be my ultimate ride or die.
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
You turned my mourning into a dance-off: you stripped away my sad vibes and wrapped me in joy.
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
So my glory can blast your praises and never stop. O Lord my God, I’m gonna give you thanks forever.
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. {my glory: that is, my tongue, or, my soul}