< Psalms 43 >

1 Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.
Be my judge, O God, supporting my cause against a nation without religion; O keep me from the false and evil man.
2 For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?
You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
3 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.
O send out your light and your true word; let them be my guide: let them take me to your holy hill, and to your tents.
4 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.
Then I will go up to the altar of God, to the God of my joy; I will be glad and give praise to you on an instrument of music, O God, my God.
5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God, for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

< Psalms 43 >