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You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain to stand strong. But when you hid your face, I was troubled.
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I cried to you, Yahweh. To Yahweh I made supplication:
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"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
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Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me. Yahweh, be my helper."
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You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,