A poem

Day and night I cry,
And tears are my only food;
All the time my enemies ask me,
“Where is your God?”

My heart breaks when I remember the past,
When I went with the crowds to the house of God
And led them as they walked along,
A happy crowd, singing and shouting praise to God.
Why am I so sad?
Why am I so troubled?
I will put my hope in God,
And once again I will praise him,
My saviour and my God.

Psalm 42: 3- 5.

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