O let them unto his great name give praises in the dance; Let them with timbrel and with harp in songs his praise advance.
Take up a psalm, the pleasant harp, timbrel and psalt'ry bring.
Thou turned hast my sadness To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos'd, and girded me with gladness;
Praise God with harp, and unto him sing with the psaltery; Upon a ten-string'd instrument make ye sweet melody.
Blow trumpets at new-moon, what day our feast appointed is:
There be that sing and play; and all my well-springs in thee are.