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I exalt You, O YHWH, for You have drawn me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.
YHWH my Elohim, I have cried to You, And You have healed me.
YHWH, You brought me up from the grave; You have kept me alive, from going down into the pit.
Sing praise to YHWH, You kind ones of His, And give thanks at the remembrance of His Set-apartness.
For His displeasure is for a moment, His delight is for life; Weeping might last for the night, But joy comes in the morning.
As for me, I have said in my ease, 'Never would I be shaken!'
YHWH, in Your good pleasure You have made my mountain to stand strong; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.
I cried out to You, O YHWH; And to YHWH I prayed:
'What gain is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Would dust praise You? Would it declare Your truth?
'Hear, O YHWH, and show me favour; YHWH, be my helper!'
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have torn off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
So that esteem might praise You and not be silent. O YHWH my Elohim, I thank You forever.