You Turned My Mourning into Dancing

1A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I will magnifie thee, O Lorde: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

2O Lorde my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

3O Lorde, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit.

4Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

5For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

6And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

7For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

9What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

11Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

12Therefore shal my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lorde my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.