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Thou hast turned my mourning into dancing for me;
Thou hast put off my sackcloth;
Thou hast turned my mourning into dancing for me,
And girded me with gladness;
To the end my glory may sing praise unto Thee,
And not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto Thee forever.
Thou hast put off my sackcloth;
Thou hast turned my mourning into dancing for me,
And girded me with gladness;
To the end my glory may sing praise unto Thee,
And not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto Thee forever.