“…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…Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me…As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, ‘Where is thy God?'”. Psalms 42: 4, 7 and 10