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The first book of Psalms, song 30, Vulgate and King James Version

Psalm 30


   1 PSALMUS. Canticum festi Dedicationis Templi. David.
   2 Exaltabo te, Domine, quoniam extraxisti me nec delectasti inimicos meos super me.
   3 Domine Deus meus, clamavi ad te, et sanasti me.
   4 Domine, eduxisti ab inferno animam meam, vivificasti me, ut non descenderem in lacum.
   5 Psallite Domino, sancti eius, et confitemini memoriae sanctitatis eius,
   6 quoniam ad momentum indignatio eius, et per vitam voluntas eius. Ad vesperum demoratur fletus, ad matutinum laetitia.
   7 Ego autem dixi in securitate mea: "Non movebor in aeternum".
   8 Domine, in voluntate tua praestitisti decori meo virtutem; avertisti faciem tuam a me, et factus sum conturbatus.
   9 Ad te, Domine, clamabam et ad Deum meum deprecabar.
   10 Quae utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem? Numquid confitebitur tibi pulvis aut annuntiabit veritatem tuam?
   11 Audivit Dominus et misertus est mei, Dominus factus est adiutor meus.
   12 Convertisti planctum meum in choros mihi, conscidisti saccum meum et accinxisti me laetitia,
   13 ut cantet tibi gloria mea et non taceat. Domine Deus meus, in aeternum confitebor tibi.

King James Version

   A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.
   1 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
   2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
   3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
   4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
   5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
   6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
   7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
   8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
   9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
   10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
   11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
   12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

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