Psalm 29:1–30:12

Give unto the Lord, O ye mighty,

^aGive unto the Lord glory and strength.

^2aGive unto the Lord ^athe glory due unto his name;

Worship the Lord in ^bthe beauty of holiness.

³The voice of the Lord is upon the waters:

^cThe God of glory thundereth:

The Lord is upon ^dmany waters.

⁴The voice of the Lord is powerful;

The voice of the Lord is full of majesty.

⁵The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars;

Yea, the Lord breaketh ^ethe cedars of Lebanon.

⁶He maketh them also to ^fskip like a calf;

Lebanon and ^gSirion like a young ^hunicorn.

⁷The voice of the Lord divideth the flames of fire.

⁸The voice of the Lord shaketh the wilderness;

The Lord shaketh the wilderness of ⁱKadesh.

⁹The voice of the Lord maketh ^kthe hinds to calve,

And discovereth the forests:

And in his temple doth every one speak of his glory.

¹⁰The Lord sitteth upon ^lthe flood;

Yea, ^mthe Lord sitteth King for ever.

¹¹The Lord will give ⁿstrength unto his people;

The Lord will bless his people with peace.

Psalm XXX.

A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

^aI will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up,

And hast ^aanot made my foes to rejoice over me.

²O Lord my God, ^bI cried unto thee, and thou hast ^bbhealed me.

³O Lord, ^cthou hast brought up my soul from ^dthe grave:

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

⁴Sing unto the Lord, O ye ^fsaints of his,

And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

⁵For ^ghis anger endureth but a moment; ^hin his favour is life:

ⁱWeeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh ^jin the morning.

⁶And ^kin my prosperity I said,

^lI shall never be moved.

⁷Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:

^mThou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

⁸I cried to thee, O Lord;

And ^mmunto the Lord I made supplication.

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

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

^10oHear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me:

Lord, be thou my helper.

¹¹Thou hast turned for me my mourning ^pinto dancing:

Thou hast put off my ^qsackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

¹²To 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.