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43:1	Iudge mee, O God, and plead my cause against an vngodly nation; O deliuer me from the deceitfull and vniust man.
43:2	For thou art the God of my strength, why doest thou cast me off? why goe I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
43:3	O send out thy light & thy trueth; let them leade mee, let them bring mee vnto thy holy hill, and to thy Tabernacles.
43:4	Then will I goe vnto the Altar of God, vnto God my exceeding ioy: yea vpon the harpe will I praise thee, O God, my God.
43:5	Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.


43:1	Judge me, O God, and defend my cause against the vnmercifull people: deliuer mee from the deceitfull and wicked man.
43:2	For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
43:3	Sende thy light and thy trueth: let them leade mee: let them bring mee vnto thine holy Mountaine and to thy Tabernacles.
43:4	Then wil I go vnto the altar of God, euen vnto the God of my ioy and gladnes: and vpon the harpe wil I giue thanks vnto thee, O God, my God.
43:5	Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.


43:1	Geue sentence wt me (O God) & defende my cause agaynst the vngodly people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wycked man.
43:2	For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me from the? And why go I so heuely, whyle the enemye oppresseth me?
43:3	Oh send out thy lyght & thy trueth that they maye leade me & bryng me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy dwellyng.
43:4	And that I maye go vnto the aulter of God, euen vnto the God of my ioye & gladnesse, & vpon the harpe wyll I geue thankes vnto the (O God) my God.
43:5	Why art thou so heuy (O my soule) & why art thou so disquyeted wythin me? O put thy trust in God, for I will yet geue hym thankes whych is the helpe of my countenaunce, and my God.