1 Judge me, O GOD, and plead my cause
with nation merciless;
And from the man of guile and wrong,
O send thou me redress.
2 For of my strength Thou art the God:
reject me why dost Thou?
Why go I mourning grievously,
oppresed by the foe?

3O Send thou forth thy light and truth,
let them conduct me near,
And bring me to thy holy hill,
and to thy dwellings there.
4 Then will I to GOD's altar go,
to God my highest joy:
Yea, Thee to praise, O GOD my God,
I will my harp employ.

5 My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow
thy self down heavily?
And wherefore so disquieted,
and troubled art in me?
6 Hope thou in GOD, because I shall
with praise Him yet advance;
Who is my God; He also is
health of my countenance.