11-12 You did it: you changed wild lament
    into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
    and decked me with wildflowers.
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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11 You turned my wailing(A) into dancing;(B)
    you removed my sackcloth(C) and clothed me with joy,(D)
12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
    Lord my God, I will praise(E) you forever.(F)

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