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A reading from Psalms 42:4
When I remember these {things}, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
— Psalms 42:4 (en_kjv)
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With the voice of joy and praise.
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