Psalm 42.  Judica me, Deus

Longing for the temple

Psalm 42, the third part of the wonderful elegy from the days of exile (Ps. 41, 42), leads the soul from the depths of its sinfulness to the mystical mount of Calvary.

Júdica me, Deus, et discérne causam meam de gente non sancta, * ab hómine iníquo, et dolóso érue me.
2  Quia tu es, Deus, fortitúdo mea: * quare me repulísti? et quare tristis incédo, dum afflígit me inimícus?
3  Emítte lucem tuam et veritátem tuam: * ipsa me deduxérunt, et adduxérunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernácula tua.
4  Et introíbo ad altáre Dei: * ad Deum, qui lætíficat juventútem meam.
5  Confitébor tibi in cíthara, Deus, Deus meus: * quare tristis es, ánima mea? et quare contúrbas me?
6  Spera in Deo, quóniam adhuc confitébor illi: * salutáre vultus mei, et Deus meus.

Judge me, O God, and defend my cause from the ungodly people; * O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.
2  For thou art the God of my strength; * why hast thou put me from thee? and why go I mourning, whilst the enemy oppresseth me?
3  O send out thy light and thy truth, * they have led me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy dwelling.
4  I will go unto the altar of God, * even to God that giveth joy to my youth.
5  And upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God : * why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me?
6  O put thy trust in God, for I will yet praise him, * the salvation of my countenance, and my God.