Psalm 30 I will extol these, O Lord.

I will extol thee, O Lord; 

for thou hast lifted me up, 

and hast not made my foes 

to rejoice over me.

O Lord my God, 

I cried unto thee, 

and thou hast healed me.

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.

Sing unto the Lord, 

O ye saints of his, 

and give thanks at 

the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth 

but a moment; 

in his favour is life: 

weeping may endure for a night, 

but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, 

I shall never be moved.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: 

thou didst hide thy face, 

and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; 

and unto the Lord

I made supplication.

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, O Lord, 

and have mercy upon me: 

Lord, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me 

my mourning into dancing: 

thou hast put off my sackcloth, 

and girded me with gladness;

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.

Please share your reflections on this psalm with me.  Thanks! — Bob Wilhelm

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