The Message Bible MSG
King James Version KJV
1 I give you all the credit, God - you got me out of that mess, you didn't let my foes gloat.
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I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together.
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O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.
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O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face!
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Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.
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For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made.
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And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 I'm God's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.
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LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 I called out to you, God; I laid my case before you:
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I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 "Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead? auction me off at a cemetery yard sale? When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs and stories of you won't sell.
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What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!"
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Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
11 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.
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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough.
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To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.
The King James Version is in the public domain.