“These things I remember,
As I pour out my soul.
How I went with the throng.
I led them in procession
To the house of God.
There were glad shouts.
There were songs of thanksgiving.
There was a multitude keeping a festival.
Why are you cast down?
O my soul!
Why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God!
I shall again praise him.
My help!
My God!”
This psalmist remembers the Temple worship as he poured out his soul. There was a great crowd and a great procession to the house of God with happy shouts of joy. Everyone was keeping the festival. However, now he was cast down because his soul was disturbed and disquieted. He, however, hoped that he would again praise God in his Temple. He relied on God as his helper.
Eugene Finnegan Bible Project 