Psalms 43

1 God, deme thou me, and departe thou my cause fro a folc not hooli; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man, and gileful.

Ngʼadna bura makare, yaye Nyasaye, kendo chwaka e kind joma ok ongʼeyo Nyasaye; resa e lwet joma wuondore gi joma timbegi richo.

2 For thou art God, my strengthe; whi hast thou put me abac, and whi go Y soreuful, while the enemy turmentith me?

In Nyasaye ma apondo kuome. Koro to ijwangʼa nangʼo? Angʼo momiyo nyaka asik ka akuyo, ka jawasigu sanda?

3 Sende out thi liyt, and thi treuthe; tho ledden me forth, and brouyten in to thin hooli hil, and in to thi tabernaclis.

Or lerni kod adierani, orgi mondo gitelna; yie mondo gikela nyaka godi maler, nyaka kama idakie.

4 And Y schal entre to the auter of God; to God, that gladith my yongthe. God, my God, Y schal knowleche to thee in an harpe; my soule,

Eka anadhi e kendo mar misango mar Nyasaye, nyaka achopi e nyim Nyasaye, Nyasaye ma kelona mor kendo ilo. Abiro paki gi nyatiti, yaye Nyasaye kendo Nyasacha.

5 whi art thou sory, and whi troblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.

Angʼo momiyo ikuyo, yaye chunya? Angʼo momiyo inyosori, yaye chunya? Ket genoni kuom Nyasaye, nikech pod abiro pake, en e Jawarna kendo Nyasacha.