Psalms 30:11
And foorthwith thou hast turned my mourning into dauncing: thou hast put of my sackcloth, and gyrded me with gladnes.
And foorthwith thou hast turned my mourning into dauncing: thou hast put of my sackcloth, and gyrded me with gladnes.
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12Therfore my glory shal sing psalmes vnto thee and not ceasse: O God my Lorde I wyll prayse thee for euer.
10Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
7Thou hast put gladnesse in my heart: since the time that their corne and wine increased.
1A psalme whiche is a song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I wyll exalt thee O God, for thou hast exalted me: and hast not made my foes to triumph ouer me.
2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
28Thou hast shewed me the wayes of lyfe, thou shalt make me full of ioy with thy countenaunce.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: but hast set my feete in a large roome.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
3Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.
4For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
31My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
1And in that day thou shalt say, O Lorde I wyll prayse thee, for thou wast displeased at me: but refrayne thou from thy wrath, and comfort me.
15The ioy of our heart is gone, our melodious meeting is turned into mourning.
6For thou hast placed him to be blessinges for euer: and hast made him glad with the ioy of thy countenaunce.
13Then shall the mayde reioyce in the daunce, yea both young and olde folkes: for I wyll turne their sorowe into gladnesse, and wyll comfort them from their sorowes, and make them ioyfull.
8Make thou me to heare some ioy and gladnesse: let the bones reioyce which thou hast broken.
10And therefore I am ioyfull in the Lorde, and my soule reioyceth in God: For he hath put vpon me the garment of saluation, and couered me with the mantle of righteousnesse: He shal decke me lyke a bridegrome, and as a bride that hath her apparell vpon her.
3They shoulde prayse his name in a daunce: they shoulde sing psalmes vnto hym vpon a tabret and a harpe.
20Which hast made me to feele many great troubles and aduersities: yet returnyng thou hast reuyued me, yea returnyng thou hast caused me to come out from the bottome of the earth.
21Thou hast brought me to greater honour then I had before: & thou returnyng hast comforted me on euery syde.
3And he hath put a newe song in my mouth: euen a thankesgeuyng vnto our Lorde.
6Blessed be God: for he hath hearde the voyce of mine humble petitions.
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
37Thou hast enlarged my steps vnder me: and my legges shall not faile me.
36Thou hast made me roomth inough for to go on: so that my feete haue not slypt.
12Geue me agayne the comfort of thy saluation: and confirme me with a free wyllyng spirite.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The kyng ought to reioyce in thy strength O God: and he ought to be exceedyng glad of thy saluation.
11Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes.
28Thou also hast lyghtened my candell: God my Lorde hath made my darknesse to be lyght.
4And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
28Thou art my Lorde, and I wyll confesse it vnto thee: thou art my Lorde and I wyll magnifie thee.
5For a litle short time passeth in his anger, a life is spente in his good wyll: at euening weeping shall begin the night, but ioy commeth in the morning.
13The blessing of him that was redy to perishe came vpon me, and I caused the widowes heart to reioyce.
11Be glad in God, & reioyce O ye righteous: be ioyfull also all ye that be vpright of heart.
22In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall.
3God hath brought great thinges to passe for vs: we be made merie.
20For he brought me out into roomth: he deliuered me, because he had a fauour vnto me.
14The Lorde is my strength and my song: and he is become my saluation.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
34My meditations of hym shalbe very pleasaunt: for all my ioy shalbe in God.
29For thou art my lyght, O Lorde: and the Lorde shall light my darkenesse.
4A tyme to weepe, and a tyme to laugh: a tyme to mourne, & a tyme to daunce.
6And nowe he shall lift vp my head aboue mine enemies rounde about me: therfore I wyll offer in his tabernacle a sacrifice of great ioy, I wyll sing and prayse God with psalmes.
14And Dauid daunced before the Lorde with all his might, & was girded with a linnen Ephod.
29And ye shall sing lyke as in the night when the holy solempnitie beginneth, and ye shall haue gladnesse of heart, like as when one commeth with a pipe vnto the hill of the Lorde, and to the most mightie one of Israel.
3But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
39Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto battayle: thou hast made them to bowe downe vnder me who haue rysen vp agaynst me.