Psalm 30

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William Henry Bell SATB, with Baritone solo (English BCP) William Billings SATB (English Anthem, vv. 4-5) Thomas Clark: All laud and praise with heart and voice SATB (vv. 1-4, English metrical Old Version) Hear me, O Lord, in mercy hear SATB (vv. 10-12, English metrical New Version) Orlando Gibbons SAATB (vv. 4-10 English KJV) Hans Leo Hassler SSSATTTB (vv. 2-9, Latin) Constantijn Huygens Avertisti faciem S (vv. 8b, 9, 11, Latin) Domine Deus meus S (vv. 3-5, Latin) Stephen Jarvis SATB (vv. 11-13, English BCP)

Jacob Kimball SATB (English, Isaac Watts' paraphrase, Part 2) Charles King SSATB (vv. 11-13, English BCP) George Alexander Macfarren SATB (vv.4-5, English) Ebenezer Prout SATB (vv. 4-5 English KJV) Thomas Ravenscroft SATB (English metrical Old Version) Heinrich Schütz SATB (German, metrical version by Cornelius Becker) Joseph Stephenson SATB (English metrical New Version) Ascanio Trombetti SSATTTB or AATTTBB (vv. 8-13, Latin) Christopher Tye: I will exalt thee ATBB and SATB (vv. 1-4 & 11-13, English (not BCP)) Sing unto the Lord SATB (vv. 4 & 11-13, English (not BCP)) Melchior Vulpius SSAATTBB (Latin)

See also Exaltabo te Domine for settings of vv. 2-3 as the offertory for Ash Wednesday & Pentecost XI.

Text and translations

Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 29) Latin text 1  Psalmus cantici, in dedicatione domus David. 2  Exaltabo te, Domine, quoniam suscepisti me, nec delectasti inimicos meos super me. 3  Domine Deus meus, clamavi ad te, et sanasti me. 4  Domine, eduxisti ab inferno animam meam; salvasti me a descendentibus in lacum. 5  Psallite Domino, sancti ejus; et confitemini memoriae sanctitatis ejus. 6  Quoniam ira in indignatione ejus, et vita in voluntate ejus: ad vesperum demorabitur fletus, et ad matutinum laetitia. 7  Ego autem dixi in abundantia mea: Non movebor in æternum. 8  Domine, in voluntate tua praestitisti decori meo virtutem;   avertisti faciem tuam a me, et factus sum conturbatus. 9  Ad te, Domine, clamabo, et ad Deum meum deprecabor. 10  Quae utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem?   numquid confitebitur tibi pulvis, aut annuntiabit veritatem tuam? 11  Audivit Dominus, et misertus est mei; Dominus factus est adjutor meus. 12  Convertisti planctum meum in gaudium mihi; conscidisti saccum meum, et circumdedisti me laetitia: 13  ut cantet tibi gloria mea, et non compungar. Domine Deus meus, in æternum confitebor tibi.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer English text   Psalm for the dedication of the house of David. 1  I will magnify thee, O Lord, for thou hast set me up: and not made my foes to triumph over me. 2  O Lord my God, I cried unto thee: and thou hast healed me. 3  Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell: thou hast kept my life from them that go down to the pit. 4  Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his: and give thanks unto him for a remembrance of his holiness. 5  For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life: heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. 6  And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed:   thou, Lord, of thy goodness hast made my hill so strong. 7  Thou didst turn thy face from me: and I was troubled. 8  Then cried I unto thee, O Lord: and gat me to my Lord right humbly. 9  What profit is there in my blood: when I go down to the pit? 10  Shall the dust give thanks unto thee: or shall it declare thy truth? 11  Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper. 12  Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness. 13  Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing: O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

King James Version English text 1  I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. 2  O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. 3  O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. 4  Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. 5  For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. 6  And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. 7  Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. 8  I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication. 9  What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? 10  Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper. 11  Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; 12  To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

Káldi fordítás (29. zsoltár) Hungarian translation Ének-zsoltár, mely Dávid háza fölszentelésére énekeltetett. Magasztallak téged, Uram! mert fölemeltél engem, és nem hagytad örülni ellenségimet fölöttem. Uram, Istenem! hozzád kiáltottam, és meggyógyítottál engem. Uram! kihoztad a pokolból lelkemet; kiszabadítottál engem a sírgödörbe menők közől. Zengjetek az Úrnak ti ő szentei! és áldjátok az ő szentsége emlékezetét. Mert büntetés van boszankodásában, és élet az ő jóakaratjában. Este betér a sirás, és reggel az öröm. Én pedig mondtam bővelkedésemben: Nem fogok ingani mindörökké! Mert, Uram! te jóvoltod szerint erőt adtál dicsőségemnek. De elfordítottad tőlem orczádat, és megháborodtam. Hozzád kiáltottam, Uram! és Istenemnek könyörögtem. „Mi haszna az én véremnek, ha rothadásba leszállok? Vajjon a por fog-e áldani téged, vagy hirdetendi-e igazságodat? Hallotta az Úr, és könyörült rajtam; az Úr segítőm lett. Sírásomat örömre fordítottad nekem; elszaggattad szőrzsákomat, és körűlvettél engem vígasággal, hogy énekeljen neked az én dicsőségem, és ne szomoríttassam meg; Uram, Istenem! hálát adok neked mindörökké.

Metrical 'Old Version' (John Hopkins) English text 1  All laud and praise with heart and voice, O Lord, I give to thee, Who didst not make my foes rejoice, But hast exalted me. 2  O Lord my God, to thee I cry'd In all my pain and grief; Thou gav'st an ear, and didst provide To ease me with relief. 3  Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul from hell, And thou the same didst save From them that in the pit do dwell, And kept'st me from the grave. 4  Sing praise, ye saints, that prove and see The goodness of the Lord; In honour of his Majesty Rejoice with one accord. 5  For why? his anger but a space Doth last, ceasing again; But in his favour and his grace Always doth life remain. 6  Though heaviness and pangs full sore Abide with us all night, The Lord to joy shall us restore Before the day be light. 7  When I enjoy'd the world at will, Thus would I boast and say, Tush, I am sure to feel no ill, My wealth shall not decay: 8  For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace, Didst send me strength and aid; But when thou turn'dst away tby face, My mind was sore dismay'd. 9  Wherefore again then did I cry To thee, O Lord of might, And my complaints did multiply, Praying both day and night. 10  What gain is in my blood, said I, If death destroy my days? Can dust declare thy Majesty, Or give thy truth its praise? 11  Wherefore, my God, some pity take, O Lord, I thee desire; Do not, O Lord, my soul forsake, Of thee I help require. 12  Then thou didst turn my grief and woe Into a cheerful voice; My sackcloth didst take off also, And mad'st me to rejoice. 13  Wherefore my soul incessantly Shall sing unto thy praise; O Lord my God, to thee will I Give laud and thanks always.

Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady) English text 1  I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord, Who didst thy pow'r employ To raise my drooping head, and check My foes' insulting joy. 2-3  In my distress I cried to thee, Who kindly didst relieve, And from the grave's expecting jaws My hopeless life retrieve. 4  Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, With songs of praise repair; With me commemorate his truth, And providential care. 5  His wrath has but a moment's reign, His favour no decay; Your night of grief is recompens'd With joy's returning day. 6  But I in prosp'rous days presum'd; No sudden change I fear'd, Whilst in my sunshine of success No low'ring cloud appear'd. 7  But soon I found thy favour, Lord, My empire's only trust; For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw My honour laid in dust. 8  Then, as I vainly had presum'd, My error I confess'd; And thus, with supplicating voice, Thy mercy's throne address'd: 9  What profit is there in my blood, Congeal'd by death's cold night? Can silent ashes speak thy praise, Thy wondrous truth recite? 10  Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear: Thy wonted aid extend; Do thou send help, on whom alone I can for help depend. 11  'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene To songs and dances turn'd; Invested me with robes of state, Who late in sackcloth mourn'd. 12  Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing Thy praise in grateful verse; And, as thy favours endless are, Thy endless praise rehearse.