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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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