Psalms 30

¹I give you all the credit, God —

you got me out of that mess,

you didn’t let my foes gloat.

^2-3God , my God, I yelled for help

and you put me together.

God , you pulled me out of the grave,

gave me another chance at life

when I was down-and-out.

^4-5All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God !

Thank him to his face!

He gets angry once in a while, but across

a lifetime there is only love.

The nights of crying your eyes out

give way to days of laughter.

^6-7When things were going great

I crowed, “I’ve got it made.

I’m God ’s favorite.

He made me king of the mountain.”

Then you looked the other way

and I fell to pieces.

^8-9-10I called out to you, God ;

I laid my case before you:

“Can you sell me for a profit when I’m dead?

auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?

When I’m ‘dust to dust’ my songs

and stories of you won’t sell.

So listen! and be kind!

Help me out of this!”

^11-12You did it: you changed wild lament

into whirling dance;

You ripped off my black mourning band

and decked me with wildflowers.

I’m about to burst with song;

I can’t keep quiet about you.

God , my God,

I can’t thank you enough.