Psalm 29 (30)

1 Psalmus cantici, in dedicatione domus David.

1 A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David's house.

2 Exaltabo te, Domine, quoniam suscepisti me, nec delectasti inimicos meos super me.

2 I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

3 Domine Deus meus, clamavi ad te, et sanasti me.

3 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.

4 Domine, eduxisti ab inferno animam meam ; salvasti me a descendentibus in lacum.

4 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.

5 Psallite Domino, sancti ejus ; et confitemini memoriæ sanctitatis ejus.

5 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

6 Quoniam ira in indignatione ejus, et vita in voluntate ejus : ad vesperum demorabitur fletus, et ad matutinum lætitia.

6 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

7 Ego autem dixi in abundantia mea : Non movebor in æternum.

7 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

8 Domine, in voluntate tua præstitisti decori meo virtutem ; avertisti faciem tuam a me, et factus sum conturbatus.

8 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

9 Ad te, Domine, clamabo, et ad Deum meum deprecabor.

9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

10 Quæ utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem ? numquid confitebitur tibi pulvis, aut annuntiabit veritatem tuam ?

10 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

11 Audivit Dominus, et misertus est mei ; Dominus factus est adjutor meus.

11 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

12 Convertisti planctum meum in gaudium mihi ; conscidisti saccum meum, et circumdedisti me lætitia :

12 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

13 ut cantet tibi gloria mea, et non compungar. Domine Deus meus, in æternum confitebor tibi.

13 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.