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My tears have been my food day and night,
While they [a]continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
These things I remember, and pour out my soul [b]within me,
How I went with the throng, and [c]led them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Why art thou [d]cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him
For the help of his countenance.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:3 Hebrew all the day.
  2. Psalm 42:4 Hebrew upon.
  3. Psalm 42:4 Or, went in procession with them
  4. Psalm 42:5 Hebrew bowed down.