诗歌： mourning into me hast dancing Thou for my turned

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