Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?

Hope thou in God; hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise Him,
for I shall yet praise Him,
upon the harp will I praise Him,
upon the harp will I praise Him.
Who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.

Send out Thy light and Thy truth: let them lead me:
and let them bring me to Thy holy hill:
Send out Thy light and Thy truth: let them lead me;
and let them bring me to Thy holy hill.