Psalm 29:1–30:12

¹Ascribe unto Jehovah, O ye sons of the mighty,

Ascribe unto Jehovah glory and strength.

²Ascribe unto Jehovah the glory due unto his name;

Worship Jehovah in holy array.

³The voice of Jehovah is upon the waters:

The God of glory thundereth,

Even Jehovah upon many waters.

⁴The voice of Jehovah is powerful;

The voice of Jehovah is full of majesty.

⁵The voice of Jehovah breaketh the cedars;

Yea, Jehovah breaketh in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

⁶He maketh them also to skip like a calf;

Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild-ox.

⁷The voice of Jehovah cleaveth the flames of fire.

⁸The voice of Jehovah shaketh the wilderness;

Jehovah shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.

⁹The voice of Jehovah maketh the hinds to calve,

And strippeth the forests bare:

And in his temple everything saith, Glory.

¹⁰Jehovah sat as King at the Flood;

Yea, Jehovah sitteth as King for ever.

¹¹Jehovah will give strength unto his people;

Jehovah will bless his people with peace.

Psalm 30

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.

¹I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

²O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

³O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;

Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

⁴Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

⁵For 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.

⁶As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

⁷Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

⁸I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

⁹What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

¹⁰Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

¹¹Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

¹²To 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.