You Turned My Mourning into Dancing 1 WBS A Psalm and Song, at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted 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 WBS O LORD my God, I cried to thee, and thou hast healed me. BSB BSB: O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
3 WBS 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. BSB BSB: O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit.
4 WBS Sing to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. BSB BSB: Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.
5 WBS For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a 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 WBS And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. BSB BSB: In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
7 WBS LORD, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and 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 WBS I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication. BSB BSB: To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
9 WBS 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 WBS 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 WBS Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off 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 WBS To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to 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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