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These things I remember, and pour out my soul [a]within me,
How I went with the throng, and [b]led them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Why art thou [c]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.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me:
Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan,
And the Hermons, from [d]the hill Mizar.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 42:4 Hebrew upon.
  2. Psalm 42:4 Or, went in procession with them
  3. Psalm 42:5 Hebrew bowed down.
  4. Psalm 42:6 Or, the little mountain