Psalms 16
1 Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I take refuge.
Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi: Meni saⱪliƣin, i Tǝngri, Qünki mǝn Sanga tayinimǝn.
2 Thou my soul have said to Jehovah, Thou are my Lord. I have no good beyond thee.
Mening jenim Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa: «Sǝn mening Rǝbbimdursǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa mening bǝht-saaditim yoⱪtur» — dedi.
3 As for the sanctified who are in the earth, they are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
Yǝr yüzidiki muⱪǝddǝs bǝndiliring bolsa, Ular aliyjanablardur, Ular mening ⱨǝmmǝ huxalliⱪimdur.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts for another god. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names upon my lips.
Kim baxⱪa ilaⱨni izdǝxkǝ aldirisa, Ularning dǝrdliri kɵpiyip ketidu. Ƣǝyriy ilaⱨlarƣa atap ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪanlirini tɵkmǝymǝn, Ularning namlirini tilimƣimu almaymǝn.
5 Jehovah is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup. Thou maintain my lot.
Pǝrwǝrdigar bolsa mening mirasim ⱨǝm ⱪǝdǝⱨimdiki nesiwǝmdur; Qǝk taxlinip erixkǝn nesiwǝmni ɵzüng saⱪlaysǝn;
6 The lines are fallen to me in pleasant places. Yea, I have a fine heritage.
[Nesiwǝmni bǝlgiligǝn] siziⱪlar manga güzǝl yǝrlǝrni bekitkǝndur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, mening güzǝl mirasim bardur!
7 I will bless Jehovah, who has given me counsel. Yea, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
Manga nǝsiⱨǝt bǝrgǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturimǝn; Ⱨǝtta keqilǝrdimu wijdanim manga ɵgitidu.
8 I beheld Jehovah always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarni ⱨǝrdaim kɵz aldimdin kǝtküzmǝymǝn; U ong yenimda bolƣaqⱪa, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz tǝwrǝnmǝymǝn.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices. My flesh also shall dwell in hope.
Xunga mening ⱪǝlbim xadlandi, Mening roⱨim tehimu kɵtürülidu, Mening tenim aman-esǝnliktǝ turidu;
10 For thou will not leave my soul to Sheol, nor will thou allow thy holy man to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
Qünki jenimni tǝⱨtisarada ⱪaldurmaysǝn, Xundaⱪla Sening Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqingni qirixtin saⱪlaysǝn. (Sheol h7585)
11 Thou made known to me the path of life. Thou will fill me of joy with thy countenance.
Sǝn manga ⱨayat yolini kɵrsitisǝn; Ⱨuzurungda tolup taxⱪan xad-huramliⱪ bardur; Ong ⱪolungda mǝnggülük bǝⱨrǝ-lǝzzǝtlǝrmu bardur.
