"Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy; deliver me from the unjust and the deceitful man. For thou art, God, my strength; why has Thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me? Send forth Thy light and Thy truth: they have conducted me and brought me unto Thy holy hill, and into Thy tabernacles. And I will go in to the altar of God, to God Who giveth joy to my youth. To Thee, O God, my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul, and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to Him, the salvation of my countenance and my God."
-Judica Me, beginning of the Mass of the Catechumens, Latin Rite
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