Psalm 30

A David Psalm 1I give you all the credit, GOD— you got me out of that mess,
      you didn't let my foes gloat.

2-3    GOD, 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.

4-5    All 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.

6-7    When 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.

8-10    I 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!"

11-12    You 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.