Psalm 30 — In the Morning

A Ballad

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I weep all night and cannot rest:
Lord, I cry out to You;
And, in the morning, You are there,
And I shall not be moved.

My enemy gloats at my loss,
Consigns me to the pit;
They claim Your Name but not Your heart,
That brood of hypocrites.

But You have lifted up my head,
And freed me from the grave.
You gave me life forevermore;
I worship God Who saves.

I weep all night and cannot rest:
Lord, I cry out to You;
And, in the morning, You are there,
And I shall not be moved.

Lord, You have made my bedrock strong
For You are my support,
My ally, and my Champion,
My armour, shield, and sword.

What profit is there in my death?
Will dust and stone praise You?
You turned my mourning into joy,
And I declare Your truth.