Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation:

Deliver me from the unjust and crafty man.

2 For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off?

And why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

3 Send forth thy light and thy truth:

They have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain,

And to thy tabernacles.

4 And I will go in to the altar of God,

To God who gladdens my youth:

I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God.

5 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?

Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him,

Who is the health of my countenance, and my God.