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Psalm 30 | English Standard Version

Joy Comes with the Morning

1 A 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. 2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me. 3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.* 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 your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong; you hid your face; I was dismayed. 8 To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy: 9 “What profit is there in my death,* if I go down to the pit?* Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness? 10 Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!” 11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, 12 that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

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1 Te exaltaré, Señor, porque me levantaste, porque no dejaste que mis enemigos se burlaran de mí. 2 Señor mi Dios, te pedí ayuda y me sanaste. 3 Tú, Señor, me sacaste del sepulcro; me hiciste revivir de entre los muertos. 4 Canten al Señor, ustedes sus fieles; alaben su santo nombre. 5 Porque 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. 6 Cuando me sentí seguro, exclamé: «Jamás seré conmovido.» 7 Tú, Señor, en tu buena voluntad, me afirmaste en elevado baluarte; pero escondiste tu rostro, y yo quedé confundido. 8 A ti clamo, Señor soberano; a ti me vuelvo suplicante. 9 ¿Qué ganas tú con que yo muera,* con que descienda yo al sepulcro? ¿Acaso el polvo te alabará o proclamará tu verdad? 10 Oye, Señor; compadécete de mí. ¡Sé tú, Señor, mi ayuda! 11 Convertiste mi lamento en danza; me quitaste la ropa de luto y me vestiste de fiesta, 12 para que te cante y te glorifique, y no me quede callado. ¡Señor mi Dios, siempre te daré gracias!