Psalm 43

1        Judge me, O God, and plead my cause

                   against th' ungodly nation;

          From the unjust and crafty man,

                   O be thou my salvation.

2        For thou the God art of my strength;

                   why thrusts thou me thee fro'?

          For th' enemy's oppression

                   why do I mourning go?

3        O send thy light forth and thy truth;

                   let them be guides to me,

          And bring me to thine holy hill,

                   ev'n where thy dwellings be.

4        Then will I to God's altar go,

                   to God my chiefest joy:

          Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise

                   my harp I will employ.

5        Why art thou then cast down, my soul?

                   what should discourage thee?

          And why with vexing thoughts art thou

                   disquieted in me?

          Still trust in God; for him to praise

                   good cause I yet shall have:

          He of my count'nance is the health,

                   my God that doth me save.