4 These things I will remember, and I will pour out my soul within me.+

For I used to pass along with the throng,

I used to walk slowly before them to the house of God,*+

With the voice of a joyful cry and thanksgiving,+

Of a crowd celebrating a festival.+

 6 O my God,* within me my very soul is in despair.+

That is why I remember you,+

From the land of Jordan and the peaks of Herʹmon,*+

From the little mountain.*+

 8 Trust in him at all times, O people.+

Before him pour out YOUR heart.+

God is a refuge for us.+ Seʹlah.

 2 Before him I kept pouring out my concern;+

Before him I continued to tell about my own distress,+