1 Right me, defend my cause
against a pitiless people.
From the crafty and crooked,
O God, deliver me.
2 For you are God my protector:
why have you cast me off?
Why must I walk so sadly,
so hard pressed by the foe?
3 Send forth your light and your truth,
let them be my guides:
to your holy hill let them bring me,
to the place where you live.
4 Then will I go to God's altar,
to God my rejoicing;
and with joy on the lyre I will praise you,
O God, my God.
5 Why am I downcast?
Why this moaning within me?
Hope in God;
for yet will I praise him,
my help, my God.