|New American Bible|
2002 11 11
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Grant me justice, God; defend me from a faithless people; from the deceitful and unjust rescue me.
You, God, are my strength. Why then do you spurn me? Why must I go about mourning, with the enemy oppressing me?
1 Send your light and fidelity, that they may be my guide And bring me to your holy mountain, to the place of your dwelling,
That I may come to the altar of God, to God, my joy, my delight. Then I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God.
Why are you downcast, my soul? Why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.