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These things I remember,
    as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng,
    and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
    a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my help and my God.

My soul is cast down within me,
    therefore I remember thee
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
    from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
    at the thunder of thy cataracts;
all thy waves and thy billows
    have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love;
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock:
    “Why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning
    because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 As with a deadly wound in my body,
    my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,
    “Where is your God?”

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my help and my God.

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