Psalms 43

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

Vindicate me, God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation. Oh, deliver me from deceitful and wicked men.

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?

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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.

Oh, send out your light and your truth. Let them lead me. Let them bring me to your holy hill, 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 to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to you on the harp, 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 in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to him: my yishu'ah ·Savior·, my helper, and my God.