Psalm 30

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 forever.

Prayer :

Abba Father,

I extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up and not allowed my foes to rejoice over me. In moments of distress, I cried out to You, and You, in Your mercy, have healed me. You brought up my soul from the depths, keeping me alive and preventing me from going down to the pit.

With a heart full of gratitude, I sing to You, O Lord, and give thanks as I remember Your holiness. Your anger is but for a moment, and in Your favor is life. Though we may weep through the night, joy comes in the morning.

In times of prosperity, I confess that I thought I would never be moved. Yet, by Your favor, my mountain stands strong. Even when You hid Your face, and I was troubled, I cried out to You, and You, O Lord, were my help.

I recognize the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of returning to the dust. Hear my cry, O Lord, and have mercy. Be my helper, and let Your truth be declared.

You, O Lord, have turned my mourning into dancing, and I cast off my sackcloth for gladness. I praise You with all my glory, and I will not be silent. O Lord my God, I give thanks to You forever.

In the name of Jesus, I pray.

Amen.