Psalms 43

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

I Perwerdigar, men toghruluq höküm chiqarghaysen, Dewayimni eqidisiz bir xelq aldida sorighaysen; Méni hiyliger hem qebih ademdin qutuldurghaysen.

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?

Chünki Sen panahgahim bolghan Xudadursen; Némishqa méni tashlawetkensen? Némishqa düshmenning zulumigha uchrap, Hemishe azab chékip yüriwatimen?» — deymen.

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.

Öz heqiqiting we nurungni ewetkin, Ular méni yétekligey! Méni muqeddes téghinggha, Makaninggha élip kelgey!

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.

Shuning bilen men Xudaning qurban’gahi aldigha baray, Yeni méning cheksiz xushluqum bolghan Tengrining yénigha baray; Berheq, chiltar chélip Séni medhiyileymen, i Xuda, méning Xudayim!

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

I jénim, sen némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq biaram bolup kétisen? Xudagha ümid baghla! Chünki men Uni yenila medhiyileymen, Yeni chirayimgha salametlik, nijatliq ata qilghuchi Xudayimni medhiyileymen!