Psalms 29

1 Εἰς τὸ τέλος, ψαλμὸς ᾠδῆς τοῦ ἐνκαινισμοῦ τοῦ οἴκου τοῦ Δαυίδ.

2 Ὑψώσω σε, Κύριε, ὅτι ὑπέλαβές με, καὶ οὐκ εὔφρανας τοὺς ἐχθρούς μου ἐπʼ ἐμέ.

3 Κύριε ὁ Θεός μου, ἐκέκραξα πρὸς σὲ, καὶ ἰάσω με·

4 Κύριε, ἀνήγαγες ἐξ ᾅδου τὴν ψυχήν μου, ἔσωσάς με ἀπὸ τῶν καταβαινόντων εἰς λάκκον.

5 Ψάλατε τῷ Κυρίῳ οἱ ὅσιοι αὐτοῦ, καὶ ἐξομολογεῖσθε τῇ μνήμῃ τῆς ἁγιωσύνης αὐτοῦ.

6 Ὅτι ὀργὴ ἐν τῷ θυμῷ αὐτοῦ, καὶ ζωὴ ἐν τῷ θελήματι αὐτοῦ· τοεσπέρας αὐλισθήσεται κλαυθμὸς, καὶ εἰς το πρωῒ ἀγαλλίασις.

7 Ἐγὼ δὲ εἶπα ἐν τῇ εὐθηνίᾳ μου, οὐ μὴ σαλευθῶ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα.

8 Κύριε, ἐν τῷ θελήματί σου παρέσχου τῷ κάλλει μου δύναμιν· ἀπέστρεψας δὲ τὸ πρόσωπόν σου, καὶ ἐγενήθην τεταραγμένος.

9 Πρὸς σὲ Κύριε κεκράξομαι, καὶ πρὸς τὸν Θεόν μου δεηθήσομαι.

10 Τίς ὠφέλεια ἐν τῷ αἵματί μου, ἐν τῷ καταβῆναί με εἰς διαφθοράν; μὴ ἐξομολογήσεταί σοι χοῦς; ἢ ἀναγγελεῖ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου;

11 Ἤκουσε Κύριος, καὶ ἠλέησέ με, Κύριος ἐγενήθη βοηθός μου.

12 Ἔστρεψας τὸν κοπετόν μου εἰς χαρὰν ἐμοὶ, διεῤῥήξας τὸν σάκκον μου, καὶ περιέζωσάς με εὐφροσύνην·

13 ὅπως ἂν ψάλῃ σοι ἡ δόξα μου, καὶ οὐ μὴ κατανυγῶ. Κύριε ὁ Θεός μου, εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι.

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

of a song.

2 I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

3 O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me.

4 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from among them that go down to the pit.

5 Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

6 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

7 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

8 O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.

9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

10 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?

11 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

12 Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

13 that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced with sorrow . O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.