Psalms 43

1 Judge me, O God, and defend my cause against the vnmercifull people: deliuer mee from the deceitfull and wicked man.

Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.

2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?

For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?

3 Sende thy light and thy trueth: let them leade mee: let them bring mee vnto thine holy Mountaine and to thy Tabernacles.

Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.

4 Then wil I go vnto the altar of God, euen vnto the God of my ioy and gladnes: and vpon the harpe wil I giue thanks vnto thee, O God, my God.

Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.

5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.

Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.