Translations
My heart breaks as I remember — how I used to lead the great procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and praise, the festive crowd celebrating together.
These things I remember as I pour out my nephesh within me — how I would lead the throng, walking in procession to the house of Elohim, with a voice of ringing joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
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.
These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.