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My tears have been my food day and night,
while they say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These I remember and I pour out my soul within me:
that I would go with the multitude;
I led them in procession to the house[a] of God,
with a voice of rejoicing and thanksgiving,
a crowd celebrating a festival.
Why are you in despair,[b] O my soul,
and disturbed within me?
Hope in God, because I will again praise him,
for the salvation of his presence.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:4 Or “temple”
  2. Psalm 42:5 Literally “bowed down”