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When I remember these things,
    I pour out my soul within me.
For I would travel with the throng of people;
    I proceeded with them to the house of God,
with the voice of joy and thanks,
    with a multitude making a pilgrimage.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
    And why are you disquieted in me?
Hope in God,
    for I will yet thank Him
    for the help of His presence.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
    therefore I will remember You
from the land of Jordan,
    and of the Hermon, from the hill of Mizar.

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