Sometimes I really like The Message

I love the way The Message translates Psalm 30:11-12, but especially 11.

^11-12 You did it: you changed my wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can't thank you enough.

That's all.