The righteous praise God and cry, Send out Thy light and Thy truth.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I amourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.