Psalm 30

I will exalt you, Holy One;

you raised me up,
you did not let arrogance overwhelm me.

Holy Guardian, my Godde,

I cried to you for help, and you healed me.

Holy One, you lifted up my soul;
you have kept me alive,

I will not be subdued by the grave. 

Sing to the Holy One, all you who trust Godde;
give thanks as a memorial to Godde's holiness.

Godde's anger flares for a moment,
but Godde's favor is life-giving;

weeping may endure for a night,
but rejoicing comes with the morning.

When I was flourishing, I said,
“I am forever unmoved.”

Holy One, by your benevolence
you have made mountains endure,

but when you concealed your presence,
I was dismayed,

I cried to you, Holy One, our Guardian;

I sought mercy,

“What profit is there

if my life is subdued in my grave?

Will the dust praise you?
Will it make known your truth?

Holy One, hear me, and be merciful;
O Guardian, be my help.”

You have transformed my wailing into dancing;
you have thrown away my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

gloriously, I will sing your praises and not be silent.
My Guardian, my Godde, I will give thanks to you forever.