Psalm 29–30

Psalm 29

A Psalm of David.

¹Give ^1aunto the Lord, O you mighty ones,

Give unto the Lord glory and strength.

²²Give unto the Lord the glory ³due to His name;

Worship the Lord in ^bthe ⁴beauty of holiness.

³The voice of the Lord is over the waters;

^cThe God of glory thunders;

The Lord is over many waters.

⁴The voice of the Lord is powerful;

The voice of the Lord is full of majesty.

⁵The voice of the Lord breaks ^dthe cedars,

Yes, the Lord splinters the cedars of Lebanon.

^6eHe makes them also skip like a calf,

Lebanon and ^fSirion like a young wild ox.

⁷The voice of the Lord ⁵divides the flames of fire.

⁸The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness;

The Lord shakes the Wilderness of ^gKadesh.

⁹The voice of the Lord makes the ^hdeer give birth,

And strips the forests bare;

And in His temple everyone says, “Glory!”

¹⁰The ⁱLord sat enthroned at the Flood,

And ^jthe Lord sits as King forever.

^11kThe Lord will give strength to His people;

The Lord will bless His people with peace.

Psalm 30

A Psalm. A Song At the Dedication of the House of David.

¹I will extol You, O Lord, for You have ^blifted me up,

And have not let my foes ^crejoice over me.

²O Lord my God, I cried out to You,

And You ^dhealed me.

³O Lord, ^eYou brought my soul up from the grave;

You have kept me alive, ¹that I should not go down to the pit.

^4fSing praise to the Lord, you saints of His,

And give thanks at the remembrance of ²His holy name.

⁵For ^gHis anger is but for a moment,

^hHis favor is for life;

Weeping may endure for a night,

But ³joy comes in the morning.

⁶Now in my prosperity I said,

“I shall never be ⁴moved.”

⁷Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong;

ⁱYou hid Your face, and I was troubled.

⁸I cried out to You, O Lord;

And to the Lord I made supplication:

⁹“What profit is there in my blood,

When I go down to the pit?

^jWill the dust praise You?

Will it declare Your truth?

¹⁰Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me;

Lord, be my helper!”

^11kYou have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

You have put off ⁵my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,

¹²To the end that my ⁶glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.