You have turned my mourning into dancing
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A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house.
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I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.
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O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.
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Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.
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Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
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For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.
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And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
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O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
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To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
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What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
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The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:
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To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.