1 Judge and defend my cause, O Lord,
'gainst them that evil be;
From wicked and deceitful men,
O Lord, deliver me.
2 For of my strength thou art the God,
why am I put from thee?
Why walk I heavily, whilst that
my foe oppresseth me?
3 O Lord, send out thy light and truth,
and lead me with thy grace,
Which may conduct me to thy hill,
and to thy dwelling-place;
4 Then shall I to thy altar go,
with joy to worship there,
And on my harp give thanks to thee,
O God, my God most dear.
5 Why art thou then so sad, my soul,
and frett'st thus in my breast?
Still trust in God, for him to praise
I hold it always best.
6 By him I have deliverance
from all my pain and grief;
He is my God, who doth always
at need send me relief.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #XLIII