I will exalt you, O God, because you have lifted me up
and have not let my enemies triumph over me.
O my God, I cried out to you,
and you restored me to health.
You brought me up, O God, from the dead;
you restored my life as I was going down to the grave.
May all your servants sing to you, O God,
and give thanks for the remembrance of your holiness.
For your wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye,
your favor for a lifetime.
Weeping may spend the night,
but joy comes in the morning.
While I felt secure, I said, “I shall never be disturbed.
You, O God, with your favor, made me as strong as the mountains.”
Then you hid your face,
and I was filled with fear. I cried to you, O God;
I pleaded with you, saying,
“What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?
Hear and have mercy upon me;
O God, be my helper.”
You have turned my wailing into dancing;
you have put off my sack-cloth and clothed me with joy.
Therefore my heart sings to you without ceasing;
O my God, I will give you thanks for ever.
--from the St. Helena Psalter
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I exalt you, Lord, because you pulled me up;
you didn’t let my enemies celebrate over me.
Lord, my God, I cried out to you for help,
and you healed me.
Lord, you brought me up from the grave,
brought me back to life from among those going down to the pit.
You who are faithful to the Lord, sing praises to him;
give thanks to his holy name!
His anger lasts for only a second,
but his favor lasts a lifetime.
Weeping may stay all night,
but by morning, joy!
When I was comfortable, I said,
“I will never stumble.”
Because it pleased you, Lord,
you made me a strong mountain.
But then you hid your presence.
I was terrified.
I cried out to you, Lord.
I begged my Lord for mercy:
“What is to be gained by my spilled blood,
by my going down into the pit?
Does dust thank you?
Does it proclaim your faithfulness?
Lord, listen and have mercy on me!
Lord, be my helper!”
You changed my mourning into dancing.
You took off my funeral clothes
and dressed me up in joy
so that my whole being
might sing praises to you and never stop.
Lord, my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
--from the Common English Bible
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