I will extol thee, O Lord, because thou hast delivered me and not let
rigozijassem my enemies against me.
Lord God, I cried for help, and thou hast healed me.
Lord, thou hast brought up from the pit of my soul kept me life
noes descend to the grave.
Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints.,
give thanks to his holy name.
Why not pass a moment his anger;
his favor lasts a lifetime.
At dusk, you can see the tears, but joy cometh in the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity will never be shaken.
Thou, Lord, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain stand strong;
just came back his face, I was soon disturbed.
For you, Lord, I cried, begged the Lord.
What profit you will get in my blood, when down the pit?
To praise you, perhaps, the dust?
He will declare thy truth?
Hear, Lord, have mercy on me;
thou, Lord, my help.
Coverter my mourning into celebration, you took my cloth bag and have girded me with
of joy to my soul may sing praise thee and not be silent.
Lord, my God, I will give you free forever.
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