1A Psalm of David. A song at the dedication of the temple. I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me. (2Sa 5:11; 1Ch 22:1; Ps 13:4; Ps 25:2; Ps 35:19; Ps 35:24; Ps 107:32)2O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me. (Ps 6:2; Ps 88:13)3O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.[1] (Ps 16:10; Ps 28:1)4Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.[2] (1Ch 16:4; Ps 50:5; Ps 97:12)5For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.[3] Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. (Job 33:26; Ps 63:3; Ps 103:9; Ps 126:5; Isa 26:20; Isa 54:7; 2Co 4:17)6As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.” (Job 29:18; Ps 10:6; Pr 1:32)7By your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong; you hid your face; I was dismayed. (De 31:17; 2Sa 5:9; 2Sa 24:10; Ps 104:29)8To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy: (Ps 142:1)9“What profit is there in my death,[4] if I go down to the pit?[5] Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness? (Ps 6:5)10Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!” (Ps 27:7)11You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, (Ex 15:20; 2Sa 6:14; Ps 149:3; Ps 150:4; Jer 31:4; Jer 31:13; La 5:15)12that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever! (Ps 16:9)
Psalm 30
Nueva Versión Internacional
from Biblica1Te exaltaré, Señor, porque me levantaste, porque no dejaste que mis enemigos se burlaran de mí.2Señor mi Dios, te pedí ayuda y me sanaste.3Tú, Señor, me sacaste del sepulcro; me hiciste revivir de entre los muertos.4Canten al Señor, ustedes sus fieles; alaben su santo nombre.5Porque sólo un instante dura su enojo, pero toda una vida su bondad. Si por la noche hay llanto, por la mañana habrá gritos de alegría.6Cuando me sentí seguro, exclamé: «Jamás seré conmovido.»7Tú, Señor, en tu buena voluntad, me afirmaste en elevado baluarte; pero escondiste tu rostro, y yo quedé confundido.8A ti clamo, Señor soberano; a ti me vuelvo suplicante.9¿Qué ganas tú con que yo muera,[1] con que descienda yo al sepulcro? ¿Acaso el polvo te alabará o proclamará tu verdad?10Oye, Señor; compadécete de mí. ¡Sé tú, Señor, mi ayuda!11Convertiste mi lamento en danza; me quitaste la ropa de luto y me vestiste de fiesta,12para que te cante y te glorifique, y no me quede callado. ¡Señor mi Dios, siempre te daré gracias!