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 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: * thou has saved me from them that go down into the pit.

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: * and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

For wrath is in his indignation: * and life in his good will.

In the evening weeping shall have place, * and in the morning gladness.

And in my abundance I said: * I shall never be moved.

O Lord, in thy favor, * thou gavest strength to my beauty.

Thou turnedst away thy face from me, * and I became troubled.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: * and I will make supplication to my God.

What profit is there in my blood, * whilst I go down to corruption?

Shall dust confess to thee, * or declare thy truth?

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: * the Lord became my helper.