Geneva(i) 1 Judge me, O God, and defend my cause against the vnmercifull people: deliuer mee from the deceitfull and wicked man. 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? 3 Sende thy light and thy trueth: let them leade mee: let them bring mee vnto thine holy Mountaine and to thy Tabernacles. 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. 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.