English poem
The Second Book of PSALMS, PSALM XLIII
by Anonymous
Judge me, O God, and plead my cause from nation merciless; Both from the man of guile and wrong, O lend thou me redress. 2 For of my strength thou art the God, why casts thou me thee fro? Why go I mourning for the sore oppression of the foe?
O send thou forth thy light and truth, let them lead and bring me Unto thy holie hill, and where thy tabernacles be. Then will I to Gods Altar go, to God my chearful joy. Yea, thee to praise, O God my God, I will my harp employ.
My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow, thy self down heavile? And wherefore in me makest thou a stir tumultuouslie? Hope thou in God, because I shall with praise him yet advance; Who is my God, he also is health of my Countenance.