I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
and you have healed me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
Psalm 30 is a song of praise to God, and was even titled by the translators “Joy Comes with the Morning.” Here in verses 1-5 are two different renderings of our joy/rejoice words.
The first refers to God not letting enemies rejoice. They can’t gloat, because God has raised me up. I am healed. I am restored. I am forgiven. I am free.
The second is a familiar one to many – weeping for a night, joy in the morning. That continues to be my experience in life. It is the human condition. Many of us cry into our pillows, but when we wake up, we are given at least enough joy to start again. Tears really do seem to happen most often at night. The sun goes down, the darkness comes, and it is hard to keep it from entering into my soul. But in the morning when the sun rises, I am renewed by the Son. Night and day, darkness and night – these are entwined in a dance of death and resurrection that will finally cease on the last day. That is when resurrection, life, light will be eternal, in the glory of the Son. There will be unending joy on that final morning, the morning that will never end, when we wake in the presence of God, worshiping Him forever.