We join'd sweet counsels, to God's house in company we past.
My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.
I joy'd when to the house of God, Go up, they said to me.
But, Lord, be merciful to me, and up again me raise, That I may justly them requite according to their ways.