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." [Psalms 42:4] URL: http://drbo.org/x/d?b=drb&bk=21&ch=42&l=4#x Link: [<a href="http://drbo.org/x/d?b=drb&bk=21&ch=42&l=4#x">Psalms 42:4</a>]

[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.