| I will extol you, O Lord, for You have drawn me up
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| And have not let my foes rejoice over me
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| O Lord my God, I cried to You for help
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| And You have healed me
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| O Lord, You have brought up my soul from Sheol
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| You restored me to life
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| From among those who go down
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| To the pit
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| Sing praises to the Lord, O you His saints
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| And give thanks to His holy name
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| For His anger is but for a moment
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| And His favor is for a lifetime
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| Weeping may tarry for the night
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| But joy comes with the morning
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| As for me, I said in my prosperity
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| «I shall never be moved.»
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| By Your favor, O Lord
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| You made my mountain stand strong
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| You hid Your face
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| I was dismayed
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| To You, O Lord, I cry
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| And to the Lord I plead for mercy
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| What profit is there in my death
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| If I go down to the pit?
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| Will the dust praise You?
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| Will it tell of Your faithfulness?
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| Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!
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| O Lord, be my helper!
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| You have turned for me my mourning into dancing
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| You have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness
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| That my glory may sing Your praise
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| You have turned for me my mourning into dancing
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| You have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness
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| That my glory may sing Your praise
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| And not be silent
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| O Lord my God, I will give thanks
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| O Lord my God, I will give thanks
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| To You forever |