T hese things I remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.
These 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!
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