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My tears have been my food day and night,
while they say to me all day: “Where is your God?”
These things I remember as I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go along with the throng,
walking with them to the House of God, with a voice of joy and praise,
    a multitude keeping a festival.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why are you murmuring within me?
Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,
    for the salvation of His presence.

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