ECB(i)
2 For you are the Elohim of my stronghold; why cast you me off? Why go I darkened by the oppression of an enemy?
3 O send out your light and your truth to lead me; to bring me to your holy mountain and to your tabernacles.
4 And I enter to the sacrifice altar of Elohim - to El, the cheer of my twirling: on the harp, I spread hands to you, O Elohim my Elohim.
5 Why prostrate, O my soul? and why roar within me? Await Elohim; for I still spread hands to him, - the salvation of my face, and my Elohim.