A Psalm of David. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: Deliver me from the unjust and crafty man.
For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off?
And why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?
Send forth thy light and thy truth:
They have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain,
And to thy tabernacles.
And I will go in to the altar of God,
To God who gladdens my youth:
I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God.
Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?
Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him,
Who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
