Zebur 43

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

A Psalm of David. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man.

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

For you, O God, are my strength: therefore have you cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

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

Send forth your light and your truth: they have led me, and brought me to your holy mountain, and to your tabernacles.

4 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!

And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to you on the harp, O God, my God.

5 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!

Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him, [who is] the health of my countenance, [and] my God.