Thou turned hast my sadness To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos'd, and girded me with gladness;
O let them unto his great name give praises in the dance; Let them with timbrel and with harp in songs his praise advance.
With timbrel, harp, string'd instruments, and organs, in the dance.
For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee, more gladness I have found Than they, ev'n then, when corn and wine did most with them abound.
O Lord, give ear unto my voice, when I do cry to thee; Upon me also mercy have, and do thou answer me.