Psalm 30 | Nueva Biblia Viva English Standard Version

Psalm 30 | Nueva Biblia Viva

Cántico para la dedicación de la casa. Salmo de David.

1 Te exaltaré, SEÑOR, porque me has salvado de mis enemigos. No dejas que me derroten: 2 SEÑOR, Dios mío, a ti clamé y tú me devolviste la salud. 3 Me sacaste del borde de la tumba, de la muerte misma, y heme aquí con vida. 4 ¡Cántenle, ustedes sus santos! Den gracias a su santo nombre. 5 Un instante dura su ira; su gracia perdura de por vida. Las lágrimas pueden huir la noche entera, pero al amanecer habrá gozo. 6 Dije yo en mi prosperidad: «Esto es para siempre. ¡Ahora nada puede detenerme! 7 El SEÑOR me ha mostrado su gracia. Me ha dado firmeza como de montaña». Entonces, SEÑOR, apartaste de mí tu rostro y quedé destruido. 8 Clamé a ti, SEÑOR. ¡Ay, como supliqué! 9 «SEÑOR, ¿qué ganarás con matarme? ¿Acaso puede el polvo mío hablar desde el sepulcro y proclamar al mundo tu fidelidad? 10 Escúchame, SEÑOR; apiádate y ayúdame». 11 Entonces, él transformó mi dolor en danza. Me quitó mi ropa de luto y me vistió de fiesta, 12 para que pudiera entonarle alegres alabanzas en vez de yacer en el silencio de la tumba. SEÑOR, Dios mío, proseguiré expresándote mi gratitud eternamente.

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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!