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.

Meo to, ry Andrianañahare, mañalañalaña ho ahy amy fifeheañe tsy aman-Kàkey; hahao am’ondaty mamañahy naho mengokeo.

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

Ihe ro Andrianañaharen-kaozarako; Ino ty nifaria’o ahiko? Ino ty ibokobokoako am-pigoboñañe ao ie forekeken-drafelahy?

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

Ahitrifo ty hazavà’o naho ty hatò’o, hiaolo, hanese ahy mb’amy vohi’o miavakey mb’eo, vaho mb’an-kivoho’o mb’eo.

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,

Le homb’an-­kitrelin’ Añahare mb’eo, mb’aman’Añahare mampinembanembañ’ ahy, vaho ho saboeko ami’ty marovany, t’i Abo-Tia, Andrianañahareko.

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.

Ino ty ­mahalonjetse azo ty fiaiko tia? inoñe ty angoihoia’o amako ao? Mitamà an’Andriaenañahare; fa mbe handriañeko, i fandrombaham-piatrefako naho Andrianañaharekoy.