Psalms 43

1 Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.

O! Mawu, tso afia nam, eye nàʋli tanye le mawumavɔ̃lawo dome, ɖem tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo kple ameblelawo ƒe asi me.

2 For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?

Wòe nye Mawu, nye mɔ sesẽ. Nu ka ta nègbem ɖo? Nu ka ta manɔ yiyim, anɔ nu xam le nye futɔwo ƒe teteɖeanyi ta ɖo?

3 Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.

Ɖo wò kekeli kple nyateƒe ɖa, ne woakplɔm; na woakplɔm ayi ɖe wò to kɔkɔe la dzi, afi si nènɔna.

4 Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.

Ekema mayi ɖe Mawu ƒe vɔsamlekpui ŋgɔ, Mawu si nye nye aseyetsotso kple nye dzidzɔ. O! Mawu, nye Mawu, makafu wò kple kasaŋku.

5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

O! Nye luʋɔ, nu ka ta nèle nu xam ɖo? Nu ka ta nètsi dzodzodzoe le menye ɖo? Tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Mawu dzi, elabena magakafui, eya ame si nye nye Ɖela kple nye Mawu.