Psalm 43

¹Judge me, O God, and plead my cause

against th' ungodly nation;

From the unjust and crafty man,

O be thou my salvation.

²For thou the God art of my strength;

why thrusts thou me thee fro'?

For th' enemy's oppression

why do I mourning go?

³O send thy light forth and thy truth;

let them be guides to me,

And bring me to thine holy hill,

ev'n where thy dwellings be.

⁴Then will I to God's altar go,

to God my chiefest joy:

Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise

my harp I will employ.

⁵Why art thou then cast down, my soul?

what should discourage thee?

And why with vexing thoughts art thou

disquieted in me?

Still trust in God; for him to praise

good cause I yet shall have:

He of my count'nance is the health,

my God that doth me save.

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