Judica me, Deus. The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God.

 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.