Psalm XLIII

Judge me, oh God! and plead my cause
Against the men who break thy laws;
From the deceitful and unjust,
Oh save me, Thou in whom I trust!

For thou art of my strength the God—
Why do I feel Thy chastening rod?
Why doth my soul in mourning go,
For the oppression of the foe?

Oh send Thy light and truth abroad
To guide me in the way to God—
To lea me to Thy holy hill,
Where stan Thy tabernacles still,

Then to thine altar, LORD! to Thee
The gladness of my joy, I’ll flee;
And anthems of thanksgiving raise,
And sound, with harp and voice, Thy praise!

Why art thou sorrowful, my soul!
Thy thoughts like heaving billows roll,
When storms are on the sea abroad—
Why art thou troubled? Hope in God!

For I shall praise Him with my breath,
Who saves me from devouring death;
And in the congregation tell
His goodness to His Israel!