1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause
From nation merciless;
Both from the man of guile and wrong,
O send thou me redress.
2 for of my strength thou art the God,
Why cast thou me thee fro?
Who go I mourning for the sore
Oppression of the foe?
3 O send thou forth thy light and truth,
Let them lead and bring me
Unto thy holy hill, and where
Thy tabernacles be.
4 Then will I to God's altar go,
To God my cheerful joy:
Yea, thee to praise, O God my God,
I will my harp imploy.
5 My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow
Thy self down heavily,
And wherefore in me makest thou
A stir tumultuously?
6 Hope thou in God, because I shall
With praise him yet advance,
Who is my God, he also is
Health of my countenance.
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