Psalms 43

1 Bring me justice, God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation.

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

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

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 Oh, send out your light and your truth, let them lead me. Let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling.

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 I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy. I will praise you with the harp, 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 are you bowed down, my soul? Why are you upset within me? Hope in God, for again I will praise him who is my salvation 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.