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The Book of Psalms

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- Kapitel 30 -

You have turned my mourning into dancing

1
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.
3
O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.
4
Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.
5
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.
8
O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
9
To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
10
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.

You have turned my mourning into dancing

1
I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2
LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
3
LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol.(a) You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
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Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of his. Give thanks to his holy name.
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For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
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As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”
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You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
8
I cried to you, LORD. I made supplication to the Lord:
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“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
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Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper.”
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You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
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to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

Fußnoten

(a)30:3 Sheol is the place of the dead.
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