PSALM 29

A Psalm of David.

1 Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings,g

ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.

2 Ascribe to the Lord the glory of his name;

worship the Lord in holy array.

3 The voice of the Lord is upon the waters;

the God of glory thunders,

the Lord, upon many waters.

4 The voice of the Lord is powerful,

the voice of the Lord is full of majesty.

5 The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars,

the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon.

6 He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf,

and Sirion like a young wild ox.

7 The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire.

8 The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness,

the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.

9 The voice of the Lord makes the oaks to whirl,h

and strips the forests bare;

and in his temple all cry, “Glory!”

10 The Lord sits enthroned over the flood;

the Lord sits enthroned as king for ever.

11 May the Lord give strength to his people!

May the Lord bless his people with peace!

PSALM 30

A Psalm of David. A Song at the dedication of the Temple.

1 I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast drawn me up,

and hast not let my foes rejoice over me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried to thee for help,

and thou hast healed me.

3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol,

restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.i

4 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,

and give thanks to his holy name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment,

and his favor is for a lifetime.

Weeping may tarry for the night,

but joy comes with the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

“I shall never be moved.”

7 By thy favor, O Lord,

thou hadst established me as a strong mountain;

thou didst hide thy face,

I was dismayed.

8 To thee, O Lord, I cried;

and to the Lord I made supplication:

9 “What profit is there in my death,

if I go down to the Pit?

Will the dust praise thee?

Will it tell of thy faithfulness?

10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!

O Lord, be thou my helper!”

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

thou hast loosed my sackcloth

and girded me with gladness,

12 that my soulj may praise thee and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.