Psalm 43

LOrd, judg thou me & plead my right
With such as cruel be;
From wicked men, that vse deceit
Oh God! deliver meet.
For, since thou Lord, my fortresse art
Why shouldst thou fro me goe?
Why should I walke so sad in hart
Oppressed by my foe?

Mee, let thy light & Truths bright raies,
Vnto thy dwelling bring:
And, at thine Altars, to thy praise
Oh! God my Ioye, I'le sing.
My Soul, why art thou so opprest?
Why art thou sadd in mee?
Still praise thou God, & on him rest:
For he my God will be.