Psalms 42:3-5

³My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

⁴These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁵What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance — My God!