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 Savior and my God.

Here in exile my heart is breaking, and so I turn my thoughts to Him.
He has sent waves of sorrow over my soul; chaos roars at me like a flood,
like waterfalls thundering down to the Jordan
from Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar.

May the Lord show his constant love during the day,
so that I may have a song at night,
a prayer to the God of my life.

{Psalms 42:4-8}