Friedrich Weissensee
(c.1560 - 1622)

Judica me Deus
(S.S.A.T. (or T.T.T.B.))
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Publ. Magdeburg, 1602. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.S.A.T. or transposed down a fifth for T.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Psalm 43

Judica me, Deus, et age causam meam contra gentem non sanctam, ab homine iniquo et doloso eripe me.
Quia tu, Deus, fortitudo mea, quare me repulisti? Et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me inimicus meus?
Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam; ipsa me deducant, et adducant in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua.
Et introibo ad altare Dei, et ad Deum gaudii mei et exultationis meae. Confitebor tibi in cythara, Deus, Deus meus.
Quare tristis es, anima mea? Et quare conturbas me?
Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.

Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people: O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.
For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee: and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me: and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness: and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God.
Why art thou so heavy, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
O put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.