11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 That {my} glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 That {my} glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.