Psalms 43

1 Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.

JUDGE me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

2 For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

3 Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.

O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.

4 Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.

Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.