Psalm 43

IUdge me ô Lord, and plead my cause,
Against th'ungodly train:
From subtill tyrants greedy jaws
My righteous soul sustain.
For of my strength thou art the God,
Why do I mourning go:
Cast off by thee, and undertrod
By my imperious fo?
O send out light and truth divine,
To lead and bring me neare
Unto that holy hill of thine,
And tabernacles there.
Then to thine Altar I will press
Of God my wondrous joy:
O God my God, thy Name to bless
My harp I will employ.
Why art thou then disquieted
Within me ô my soul?
Why art thou thus discouraged?
Let faith thy fears controul.
And hope in God thy help to be,
Whom I shall still applaud:
My countenances health is he,
And my most gracious God.