Judica me, Deus.

Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the un- | -godly people;

* O deliver me from the de- | -ceitful• and wicked man.

2 For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou | put me from thee?

* and why go I so heavily, while the | ene•my op- | -presseth me?

3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that | they may lead me,

* and bring me unto thy holy | hill, and to thy dwelling;

4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my | joy and gladness;

* and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O | God, my God.

5 Why art thou so heavy, | O my soul?

* and why art thou so dis- | -quieted within me?

6 O put thy | trust in God;

* for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my | counte•nance, and my God.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.