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But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one's abode, to God's own house, with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs— a huge crowd celebrating the festival!
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My whole being thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and see God's face?
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My tears have been my food both day and night, as people constantly questioned me, "Where's your God now?"
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But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one's abode, to God's own house, with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs— a huge crowd celebrating the festival!
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Why, I ask myself, are you so depressed? Why are you so upset inside? Hope in God! Because I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.
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My whole being is depressed. That's why I remember you from the land of Jordan and Hermon, from Mount Mizar.