Psalms 43

1 Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.

Tiesā mani, Dievs, un iztiesā manu tiesu pret tiem nesvētiem ļaudīm, izglāb mani no tiem viltīgiem un netaisniem.

2 For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?

Jo Tu esi mans stiprais Dievs, kāpēc Tu mani atstūmi? Kāpēc man būs staigāt noskumušam, kad ienaidnieks spaida?

3 Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.

Sūti Savu gaišumu un Savu patiesību, ka tie mani vada un noved uz Tavu svēto kalnu un Tavā dzīvoklī;

4 Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.

Ka es ieeju pie Dieva altāra, pie tā stiprā Dieva, kas man par prieku un līksmību, un Tev uz koklēm pateicos, ak Dievs, mans Dievs!

5 Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.

Ko tu bēdājies, mana dvēsele, un esi tik nemierīga iekš manis? Cerē uz Dievu, jo es Viņam vēl pateikšos, ka tas manam vaigam par pestīšanu un mans Dievs.