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.

Ka nuna ni marar laifi ne, ya Allah, ka kuma nemi hakkina a kan al’ummai marasa sanin Allah. Ka kuɓutar da ni daga masu ruɗu da mugayen mutane.

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

Kai ne Allah mafakata. Me ya sa ka ƙi ni? Me zai sa in yi ta yawo ina makoki, a danne a hannun abokin gāba?

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

Ka aiko da haskenka da gaskiyarka, bari su bishe ni bari su kawo ni ga dutsenka mai tsarki, zuwa wurin da kake zama.

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,

Sa’an nan zan tafi bagaden Allah, ga Allah, farin cikina da murnata. Zan yabe ka da garaya, Ya Allah, Allahna.

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.

Me ya sa kake baƙin ciki, ya raina? Me ya sa ka damu a cikina? Ka dogara ga Allah, gama zai sāke yabe shi, Mai Cetona da Allahna.