Judica me, Domine. Psal. xliii.
JUdge and revenge my cause, O Lord,
from them that evil be:
From wicked and deceitful men,
O Lord, deliver me.
[verse 2] For of my strength thou art the God,
why put'st thou me thee fro?
And why walk I so heavily
oppressed with my foe?
[verse 3] Send out thy light, and eke thy truth,
and lead me with thy grace,
Which may conduct me to thy hill,
and to thy dwelling-place.
[verse 4] Then shall I to the altar go
of God my joy and chear:
And on my harp give thanks to thee,
O God, my God most dear.
[verse 5] Why art thou then so sad, my soul,
and fret'st thus in my brest?
Still trust in God; for him to praise
I hold it always best.
[verse 6] By him I have deliverance
against all pain and grief:
He is my God which doth alway
at need send me relief.