Septuagint Bible w/ Apocrypha LXX
New Revised Standard w/ Apocrypha NRSA
1 I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
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I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up, and did not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me.
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O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from among them that go down to the pit.
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O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.
4 Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
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Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones, and give thanks to his holy name.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
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For his anger is but for a moment; his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
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As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
7 O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.
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By your favor, O Lord, you had established me as a strong mountain; you hid your face; I was dismayed.
8 To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
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To you, O Lord, I cried, and to the Lord I made supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?
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"What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
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Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper!"
11 Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
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You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced with sorrow. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.
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so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
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