Psalms 43

1 Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,

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

2 For thou [art] the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

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

3 Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They — they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.

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

4 And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, 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 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and 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!