Psalm 30 | Kutsal Kitap Yeni Çeviri

30. Mezmur

Tapınak adanırken söylenen bir ilahi - Davut'un mezmuru

1 Seni yüceltmek istiyorum, ya RAB, Çünkü beni kurtardın, Düşmanlarımı bana güldürmedin.

2 Ya RAB Tanrım, Sana yakardım, bana şifa verdin.

3 Ya RAB, beni ölüler diyarından çıkardın, Yaşam verdin bana, ölüm çukuruna düşürmedin.

4 Ey RAB'bin sadık kulları, O'nu ilahilerle övün, Kutsallığını anarak O'na şükredin.

5 Çünkü öfkesi bir an sürer, Lütfu ise bir ömür; Gözyaşlarınız belki bir gece akar, Ama sabahla sevinç doğar.

6 Huzur duyunca dedim ki, ‹‹Asla sarsılmayacağım!››

7 Ya RAB, lütfunla beni güçlü bir dağ gibi Sarsılmaz kıldın; Ama sen yüzünü gizleyince, Dehşete düştüm.

8 Ya RAB, sana sesleniyorum, Rab'be yalvarıyorum:

9 ‹‹Ne yararı olur senin için dökülen kanımın, Ölüm çukuruna inersem? Toprak sana övgüler sunar mı, Senin sadakatini ilan eder mi?

10 Dinle, ya RAB, acı bana; Yardımcım ol, ya RAB!››

11 Yasımı şenliğe döndürdün, Çulumu çıkarıp beni sevinçle kuşattın.

12 Öyle ki, gönlüm seni ilahilerle övsün, susmasın! Ya RAB Tanrım, sana sürekli şükredeceğim.

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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!

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