Opening the chapter…
Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.
For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?
Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.
Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
Source
Open English Bible (Commonwealth). Public domain. Source: eBible.org (engoebcw). Partial: not every book is translated yet. Editorial rendering: in this app the divine name "Yahweh" is displayed and read aloud as "God" (and "Yahweh God" as "God"). The stored text and the imported source are unchanged; this is a display-layer substitution, not part of the translation.
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