Judica me, Deus.
The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God.
42:1. 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.
42:2. For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? and why
do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
42:3. Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and
brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.
42:4. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my
youth.
42:5. 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?
42:6. Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation
of my countenance, and my God.