psa 43:1

תְפַלְּטֵֽנִיוְעַוְלָ֣המִרְמָ֖האִישׁמֵ֤חָסִ֑ידלֹאגֹּ֥וימִרִיבִ֗יוְרִ֘יבָ֤האֱלֹהִ֨יםשָׁפְטֵ֤נִי
tepaleteniyh
we'awelahh
miremahh
'iysh
me
hasiydh
lo'
gowyh
mi
riybiyh
weriybahh
'elohiymh
sapeteniyh
tepaleteniy
we'awelah
miremah
'iys
me
hasiyd
lo'
gowy
mi
riybiy
weriybah
'elohiym
sapeteniy
deliver me
and unjust
from deceitful
men.
against an ungodly
nation;
my case
and plead
O God,
Vindicate me,
43-1. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

psa 43:2

אֹויֵֽבבְּלַ֣חַץאֶתְהַלֵּ֗ךְקֹדֵ֥רלָֽמָּהזְנַ֫חְתָּ֥נִילָמָ֪המָֽעוּזִּי֮אֱלֹהֵ֣יכִּֽיאַתָּ֤ה
'owyebh
belahash
'etehaleke
qoderh
lamahh
zenahetaniyh
lamahh
ma'wziyh
'eloheyh
kiy'atahh
'owyeb
belahas
'etehaleke
qoder
lamah
zenahetaniy
lamah
ma'wziy
'elohey
kiy'atah
because of the enemy’s
oppression?
must I walk
in sorrow
Why
have You rejected me?
Why
of my refuge.
are the God
For You
43-2. For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

psa 43:3

וְאֶלמִשְׁכְּנֹותֶֽיךָקָ֝דְשְׁךָ֗אֶלהַֽריְבִיא֥וּנִייַנְח֑וּנִיהֵ֣מָּהוַ֭אֲמִתְּךָאֹורְךָ֣שְׁלַח
we'elmisekenowteyka
qadeseka
'elharh
yebiy'wniyh
yanehwniyh
hemahh
wa'amiteka
'owreka
selahh
we'elmisekenowteyka
qadeseka
'elhar
yebiy'wniy
yanehwniy
hemah
wa'amiteka
'owreka
selah
and to the place where You dwell.
Your holy
to mountain,
Let them bring me
lead me.
let them
and Your truth;
Your light
Send out
43-3. O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.

psa 43:4

אֱלֹהָֽיאֱלֹהִ֥יםבְכִנֹּ֗ורוְאֹודְךָ֥גִּ֫ילִ֥ישִׂמְחַ֪תאֶלאֵל֮אֱלֹהִ֗יםאֶלמִזְבַּ֬חוְאָבֹ֤ואָה
'elohayh
'elohiymh
bekinowrh
we'owdeka
giyliyh
simehath
'el'elh
'elohiymh
'elmizebahh
we'abow'ahh
'elohay
'elohiym
bekinowr
we'owdeka
giyliy
simehat
'el'el
'elohiym
'elmizebah
we'abow'ah
my God.
O God,
You with the harp,
I will praise
my greatest joy.
to God,
of God,
to the altar
Then I will go
43-4. Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

psa 43:5

וֵֽאלֹהָֽיפָּ֝נַ֗ייְשׁוּעֹ֥תאֹודֶ֑נּוּכִּיעֹ֣ודלֵֽ֭אלֹהִיםהֹוחִ֣ילִיעָ֫לָ֥יתֶּהֱמִ֪יוּֽמַהנַפְשִׁי֮תִּשְׁתֹּ֬וחֲחִ֨ימַה
we'lohayh
panayh
yesw'oth
'owdenwh
kiy'owdh
le'lohiymh
howhiyliyh
'alayh
tehemiyh
wmahh
napesiyh
tisetowhahiyh
mahh
we'lohay
panay
yesw'ot
'owdenw
kiy'owd
le'lohiym
howhiyliy
'alay
tehemiy
wmah
napesiy
tisetowhahiy
mah
and my God.
my Savior
praise Him,
for I shall yet
in God,
Put your hope
within me?
the unease
Why
O my soul?
are you downcast,
Why
43-5. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.