Psalms 43

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

Psalmus David. Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me.

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?

Quia tu es, Deus, fortitudo mea: quare me repulisti? et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?

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.

Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam: ipsa me deduxerunt, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua.

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.

Et introibo ad altare Dei, ad Deum qui lætificat juventutem meam. Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus.

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

Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.