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11 You have changed my sadness into a joyful dance;
    you have taken away my sorrow
    and surrounded me with joy.
12 So I will not be silent;
    I will sing praise to you.
Lord, you are my God;
    I will give you thanks forever.

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11 You have turned my mourning into dancing;
    you have taken off my sackcloth
    and clothed me with joy,(A)
12 so that my soul[a] may praise you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.(B)

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  1. 30.12 Heb that glory

11 For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs. My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.

12 I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.

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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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