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 The shall give strength to his people; * the shall give his people the blessing of peace.

I will exalt you, O , because you have lifted me up * and have not let my enemies triumph over me.

O my God, I cried out to you, * and you restored me to health.

You brought me up, O, from the dead; * you restored my life as I was going down to the grave.

Sing to the, you servants of his; * give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye, * his favor for a lifetime.

Weeping may spend the night, * but joy comes in the morning.

While I felt secure, I said, “I shall never be disturbed. * You,, with your favor, made me as strong as the mountains.”

Then you hid your face, * and I was filled with fear.

I cried to you, O ; * I pleaded with the Lord, saying,

“What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the Pit? * will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?