Psalm 30 Thursday Evening 1
I extol you, Yahweh, for you pulled me up, * and did not let my enemies laugh at me.
Yahweh, my God, * I cried to you, and you healed me.
Yahweh, you lifted me from Sheol; * after my descent to the Pit you restored my life.
Sing to Yahweh, his worshipers; * praise his holy name.
For there is death in his anger, * but eternal life in his favor.
In the evening one goes to bed crying, * but at dawn there are shouts of joy.
I thoughtlessly said, * “I will never stumble.”
Yahweh, your favor * made me firmer than the mighty mountains.
But you turned away your face, * and I was greatly shaken.
I call to you, Yahweh; * my Lord, I ask for mercy.
What good will come from my tears? * from my descent to the Pit?
Can the Mud ever praise you? * or proclaim your faithfulness?
Yahweh, hear me and be merciful; * Yahweh, be my helper!
Turn my weeping into dancing; * undo my sackcloth and robe me with joy:
So let my heart sing praise to you, * and weep no more.
Yahweh, my God, * I will thank you forever.