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- I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.
- O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
- O LORD, You have brought up my soul from Sheol; You have kept me alive, that I would not go down to the pit.
- Sing praise to the LORD, you His godly ones, And give thanks to His holy name.
- For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.
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- I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
- O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
- 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.
- Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
- For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
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- Now as for me, I said in my prosperity, "I will never be moved."
- O LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain to stand strong; You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
- To You, O LORD, I called, And to the Lord I made supplication:
- "What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
- "Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me; O LORD, be my helper."
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- And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
- LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
- I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
- What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
- Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
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- You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
- That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
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- Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
- 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.
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