Psalm 30 — In the Morning

A Ballad

Image by Taras Shevchenko from Pixabay

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.