1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause
from nation merciless:
from the guileful and man unjust
O send thou me redress.
2 For of my strength thou art the God:
why cast’s thou me thee fro’?
why go I mourning for the sore
oppression of the foe?
3 Thy light O send out and thy truth:
let them lead; and bring me
unto thy holy hill, and where
thy tabernacles be.
4 Then will I to God’s altar go,
to God my joy’s gladness:
upon the harp, O God my God,
I will thy praise express.
5 My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow
thyself down heavily?
and wherefore in me makest thou
a stir tumultuously?
hope thou in God: because I shall
with praise him yet advance,
who is my God; also he is
health of my countenance.