You Turned My Mourning into Dancing 1 RV A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; a Psalm of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. BSB BSB: A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.
2 RV O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. BSB BSB: O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
3 RV O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. BSB BSB: O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit.
4 RV Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name. BSB BSB: Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.
5 RV For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning. BSB BSB: For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
6 RV As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved. BSB BSB: In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
7 RV Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled. BSB BSB: O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
8 RV I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication: BSB BSB: To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
9 RV What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? BSB BSB: “What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
10 RV Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper. BSB BSB: Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”
11 RV Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness: BSB BSB: You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 RV 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. BSB BSB: that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.
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