O God, sustain my cause; give me redress against a race that knows no piety; save me from a treacherous foe and cruel.

Thou, O God, art all my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Must I go mourning, with enemies pressing me hard?

The light of thy presence, the fulfilment of thy promise, let these be my escort, bringing me safe to thy holy mountain, to the tabernacle where thou dwellest.

There I will go up to the altar of God, the giver of triumphant happiness; thou art my own God, with the harp I hymn thy praise.

Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.✻