The Message Bible MSG
Young's Literal Translation YLT
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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A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
2 God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together.
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Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal 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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Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit.
4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face!
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Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, 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 -- a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.
6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made.
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And I -- I have said in mine ease, `I am not moved -- to the age.
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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O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.
8 I called out to you, God; I laid my case before you:
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Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make 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 gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!"
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Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
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 my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.
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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So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!
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.
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