Psalm XLIII

O God, be thou the Judge,
And plead my righteous cause,
Against a Nation of bad men,
Who violate thy Laws.
From false men of deceit,
Men of Iniquity,
Do thou, the great and righteous God,
Save and deliver me.

Thou, Lord, art all my strength,
Why do I mourning go,
As if I were cast off by thee,
Oppressed by my foe?

Send out thy Light and Truth,
Let them conduct me still;
And bring me to thy Tabernacles
Upon thy holy hill.

I'le to God's Altar go,
To God my greatest joy;
O God my God, to sing thy praise
My harp will I employ.

Why art thou, O my soul,
Cast down? what grieveth thee?
Why art thou with distrustful thoughts
Disquieted in me?
Still trust and hope in God,
For him I shall yet praise,
He's the health of my countenance,
He'll be my God always.