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Psalms 43. Judica me, Deus.
GIVE sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the
ungodly people; * O deliver me from the deceitful 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 enemy oppresseth 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 disquieted
within me?
6 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet give him thanks, which
is the help of my countenance, and my God.
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