1. A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man.
2. For Thou art God my strength: why hast Thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
3. Send forth Thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto Thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.
4. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.
5. To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art Thou sad, O my soul? and why dost Thou disquiet me?
6. Hope in God, for I will still give praise to Him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
2. For Thou art God my strength: why hast Thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
3. Send forth Thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto Thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.
4. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.
5. To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art Thou sad, O my soul? and why dost Thou disquiet me?
6. Hope in God, for I will still give praise to Him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
8. Deep calls unto deep at the sound of Thy waterfalls:
all Thy waves and Thy billows pass over me.
9. By day Yahweh commanded His loving-kindness to visit me;
by night His song was upon my lips,
as I offered prayer to the God of my life.
10. Now I say unto God, my rock: “Why dost Thou forget me?
Why must I go mourning under the oppression of the enemy?”
11. My bones are breaking, as my persecutors revile me,
saying continually unto me: “Where is Thy God?” —
12. Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
who is the salvation of my countenance, and my God!
all Thy waves and Thy billows pass over me.
9. By day Yahweh commanded His loving-kindness to visit me;
by night His song was upon my lips,
as I offered prayer to the God of my life.
10. Now I say unto God, my rock: “Why dost Thou forget me?
Why must I go mourning under the oppression of the enemy?”
11. My bones are breaking, as my persecutors revile me,
saying continually unto me: “Where is Thy God?” —
12. Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
who is the salvation of my countenance, and my God!