Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
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 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.