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My tears have been my food day and night,
    while people[a] keep asking me all day long,
        “Where is your God?”

These things I will recall as I pour out my troubles[b] within me:
    I used to go with the crowd in a procession to the house of God,
        accompanied with shouts of joy and thanksgiving.

Why are you in despair, my soul?
    Why are you disturbed within me?
Hope in God,
    for once again I will praise him,
        since his presence saves me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:3 The Heb. lacks people
  2. Psalm 42:4 Lit. soul