Psalms 30:1-12
Psa 30:1 A David psalm. I give you all the credit, GOD-- you got me out of that mess, you didn't let my foes gloat.
Psa 30:2 GOD, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together.
Psa 30:3 GOD, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.
Psa 30:4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to GOD! Thank him to his face!
Psa 30:5 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.
Psa 30:6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made.
Psa 30:7 I'm GOD's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.
Psa 30:8 I called out to you, GOD; I laid my case before you:
Psa 30:9 "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.
Psa 30:10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!"
Psa 30:11 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.
Psa 30:12 I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. GOD, my God, I can't thank you enough.
“Joy Comes in the Morning”
This psalm dates from 2Sa_5:11. What a contrast between Adullam’s cave and the house of cedar! When God has lifted us up in mercy, we should lift Him up in song.
Apparently David had been passing through a time of sickness or intense sorrow, and now he could not be thankful enough for God’s redeeming mercy.
When shall we realize that God both forgives sin and redeems us from its eternal consequences! Weeping is here personified; she is only a lodger, who tarries for the brief Eastern night, and then, veiled, glides out of the house at daybreak.
With the first ray of light Joy comes to abide, and we hear His hearty salutation in the vestibule.
We need more of the joy of the Lord. The first touch of pain makes us cry, Psa_30:8; but we are slow to put on and wear the girdle and the garments of gladness. Be of good cheer, sad friend; God will yet turn “the shadow of death into the morning!”
Psa 30:1 A David psalm. I give you all the credit, GOD-- you got me out of that mess, you didn't let my foes gloat.
Psa 30:2 GOD, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together.
Psa 30:3 GOD, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.
Psa 30:4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to GOD! Thank him to his face!
Psa 30:5 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.
Psa 30:6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made.
Psa 30:7 I'm GOD's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.
Psa 30:8 I called out to you, GOD; I laid my case before you:
Psa 30:9 "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.
Psa 30:10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!"
Psa 30:11 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.
Psa 30:12 I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. GOD, my God, I can't thank you enough.
“Joy Comes in the Morning”
This psalm dates from 2Sa_5:11. What a contrast between Adullam’s cave and the house of cedar! When God has lifted us up in mercy, we should lift Him up in song.
Apparently David had been passing through a time of sickness or intense sorrow, and now he could not be thankful enough for God’s redeeming mercy.
When shall we realize that God both forgives sin and redeems us from its eternal consequences! Weeping is here personified; she is only a lodger, who tarries for the brief Eastern night, and then, veiled, glides out of the house at daybreak.
With the first ray of light Joy comes to abide, and we hear His hearty salutation in the vestibule.
We need more of the joy of the Lord. The first touch of pain makes us cry, Psa_30:8; but we are slow to put on and wear the girdle and the garments of gladness. Be of good cheer, sad friend; God will yet turn “the shadow of death into the morning!”
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