I will
sextol 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,
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.
As for me, I said in my prosperity,
“I shall never be moved.”
By your favor, O Lord,
you made my mountain stand strong;
To you, O Lord, I cry,
and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
“What profit is there in my death,
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness? Hear, O LORD , and be merciful to me!
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O
Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
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