You have turned my mourning into dancing
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A psalm; a song at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.
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Yahweh my God, I cried to you for help, and you healed me.
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Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave.
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Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember his holiness.
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For his anger is only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
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In confidence I said, “I will never be shaken.”
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Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
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I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from my Lord!
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What advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?
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Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be my helper.
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You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.
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So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
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