Psalms 109
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O God of my praise, be not silent.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I mǝdⱨiyǝmning Igisi Hudayim, jim turma!
2 For wicked and deceitful mouths open against me; they speak against me with lying tongues.
Mana rǝzillǝrning aƣzi, mǝkkarlarning aƣzi kɵz aldimda yoƣan eqildi; Ular yalƣanqi til bilǝn manga ⱪarxi sɵzlidi.
3 They surround me with hateful words and attack me without cause.
Nǝprǝtlik sɵzlǝr bilǝn meni qulƣap, Ular bikardin-bikar manga zǝrbǝ bǝrmǝktǝ.
4 In return for my love they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.
Muⱨǝbbitim üqün ular manga ⱪarxi xikayǝtqi boldi, Mǝn bolsam — duaƣa berildim.
5 They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
Yahxiliⱪim üqün yamanliⱪ, Sɵygüm üqün nǝprǝt ⱪayturdi.
6 Set over him a wicked man; let an accuser stand at his right hand.
Ⱨǝrbirining üstidǝ rǝzil bir adǝm tǝyinligǝysǝn, Uning ong yenida bir dǝwagǝr tursun.
7 When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayer be regarded as sin.
U soraⱪ ⱪilinƣanda ǝyibdar bolup qiⱪsun, Duasi gunaⱨ dǝp ⱨesablansun.
8 May his days be few; may another take his position.
Künliri ⱪisⱪa bolsun, Mǝnsipini baxⱪisi igilisun.
9 May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow.
Baliliri yetim ⱪalsun, Hotuni tul bolsun.
10 May his children wander as beggars, seeking sustenance far from their ruined homes.
Oƣulliri sǝrgǝrdan tilǝmqi bolsun, Turƣan harabilikliridin nan izdǝp.
11 May the creditor seize all he owns, and strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
Jazanihor uning igiliki üstigǝ tor taxlisun, Meⱨnǝt ǝjrini yatlar bulap-talisun.
12 May there be no one to extend kindness to him, and no one to favor his fatherless children.
Uningƣa meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsitidiƣan birsi bolmisun, Yetim ⱪalƣan baliliriƣa iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolmisun.
13 May his descendants be cut off; may their name be blotted out from the next generation.
Uning nǝsli ⱪurutulsun; Kelǝr ǝwladida namliri ɵqürülsun.
14 May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD, and the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
Ata-bowilirining ⱪǝbiⱨlikining ǝyibliri Pǝrwǝrdigarning yadida ⱪalsun, Anisining gunaⱨi ɵqürülmisun.
15 May their sins always remain before the LORD, that He may cut off their memory from the earth.
Bularning ǝyibliri daim Pǝrwǝrdigarning kɵz aldida bolsun, Xuning bilǝn U ularning nam-ǝmilini yǝr yüzidin ɵqürüp taxlaydu.
16 For he never thought to show kindness, but pursued the poor and needy and brokenhearted, even to their death.
Qünki [rǝzil kixi] meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsitixni ⱨeq esigǝ kǝltürmidi, Bǝlki ezilgǝn, yoⱪsul ⱨǝm dili sunuⱪlarni ɵltürmǝkkǝ ⱪoƣlap kǝldi.
17 The cursing that he loved, may it fall on him; the blessing in which he refused to delight, may it be far from him.
U lǝnǝt oⱪuxⱪa amraⱪ idi, Xunga lǝnǝt uning bexiƣa kelidu; Bǝht tilǝxkǝ rayi yoⱪ idi, Xunga bǝht uningdin yiraⱪ bolidu.
18 The cursing that he wore like a coat, may it soak into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.
U lǝnǝtlǝrni ɵzigǝ kiyim ⱪilip kiygǝn; Xunga bular aⱪⱪan sudǝk uning iq-baƣriƣa, Maydǝk, sɵngǝklirigǝ kiridu;
19 May it be like a robe wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him.
Bular uningƣa yepinƣan tonidǝk, Ⱨǝrdaim baƣlanƣan bǝlweƣidǝk qaplansun.
20 May this be the LORD’s reward to my accusers, to those who speak evil against me.
Bular bolsa meni ǝyibligüqilǝrgǝ Pǝrwǝrdigarning bekitkǝn mukapati bolsun! Mening yaman gepimni ⱪilƣanlarning in’ami bolsun!
21 But You, O GOD, the Lord, deal kindly with me for the sake of Your name; deliver me by the goodness of Your loving devotion.
Biraⱪ Sǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar Rǝbbim, Ɵz naming üqün mening tǝripimdǝ bir ix ⱪilƣaysǝn, Meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiting ǝla bolƣaqⱪa, Meni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn;
22 For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me.
Qünki mǝn ezilgǝn ⱨǝm ⱨajǝtmǝndurmǝn, Ⱪǝlbim hǝstǝ boldi.
23 I am fading away like a lengthening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
Mǝn ⱪuyax uzartⱪan kɵlǝnggidǝk yoⱪilay dǝp ⱪaldim, Qekǝtkǝ ⱪeⱪiwetilgǝndǝk qǝtkǝ ⱪeⱪiwetildim.
24 My knees are weak from fasting, and my body grows lean and gaunt.
Roza tutⱪinimdin tizlirim ketidu, Ətlirim sizip ketidu.
25 I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.
Xunglaxⱪa mǝn ular aldida rǝswa boldum; Ular manga ⱪaraxⱪanda, bexini silkixmǝktǝ.
26 Help me, O LORD my God; save me according to Your loving devotion.
Manga yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting boyiqǝ meni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn;
27 Let them know that this is Your hand, that You, O LORD, have done it.
Xuning bilǝn ular buning Sening ⱪolungdiki ix ikǝnlikini, Buni ⱪilƣuqining Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar ikǝnlikini bilsun.
28 Though they curse, You will bless. When they rise up, they will be put to shame, but Your servant will rejoice.
Ular lǝnǝt oⱪuwǝrsun, Sǝn bǝht ata ⱪilƣaysǝn; Ular ⱨujum ⱪilixⱪa turƣanda, hijalǝttǝ ⱪalsun, Biraⱪ ⱪulung xadlansun!
29 May my accusers be clothed with disgrace; may they wear their shame like a robe.
Meni ǝyibligüqilǝr hijalǝt bilǝn kiyinsun, Ular ɵz xǝrmǝndilikini ɵzlirigǝ ton ⱪilip yepinsun.
30 With my mouth I will thank the LORD profusely; I will praise Him in the presence of many.
Aƣzimda Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa zor tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytürimǝn; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, kɵpqilik arisida turup Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn;
31 For He stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save him from the condemners of his soul.
Qünki ⱨajǝtmǝnning jenini gunaⱨⱪa bekitmǝkqi bolƣanlardin ⱪutⱪuzux üqün, [Pǝrwǝrdigar] uning ong yenida turidu.
