Psalmus David.
Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me.

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.

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

Quia tu es, Deus, fortitudo mea: quare me repulisti? et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?

For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?

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

Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam: ipsa me deduxerunt, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua.

Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.

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.

Et introibo ad altare Dei, ad Deum qui lætificat juventutem meam. Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus.

And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.

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.

Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.

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?

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.

Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.