11 You turned my mourning into dancing. You loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
12 Now I sing praise to you. I am not silent! O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks and praise you forever.
11 You turned my mourning into dancing. You loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
12 Now I sing praise to you. I am not silent! O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks and praise you forever.