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Sing praise to the Lord, You saints of His, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
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For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.
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Now in my prosperity I said, "I shall never be moved."
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Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.
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I cried out to You, O Lord; And to the Lord I made supplication:
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"What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?
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Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper!"
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You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
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To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.