Psalms 142

1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

Dawut ƣarda yoxurunup turƣan waⱪitta yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazimni anglitip nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn; Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazim bilǝn yelinimǝn;

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

Uning aldida dad-zarlirimni tɵkimǝn; Uningƣa awariqilikimni eytimǝn.

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

Roⱨim iqimdǝ tügixǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanda, Xu qaƣda basⱪan yolumni bilgǝnsǝn; Mǝn mangƣan yolda ular manga ⱪiltaⱪ saldi.

4 Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

Ong yenimƣa ⱪarap baⱪⱪaysǝn; Ətrapimda meni tonuydiƣan adǝm yoⱪtur; Panaⱨgaⱨ yoⱪap kǝtti; Ⱨeq adǝm jenimƣa kɵyünmǝydu.

5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Mǝn Sanga pǝryad kɵtürdüm, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Sanga: «Sǝn mening Baxpanaⱨimsǝn, Tiriklǝrning zeminida bolƣan Nesiwǝmdursǝn» — dedim.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

Mening pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn; Qünki mǝn intayin harab ǝⱨwalƣa qüxürüldum; Meni ⱪoƣliƣuqilirimdin ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn; Qünki ular mǝndin küqlüktur.

7 Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.

Sening namingni tǝbriklixim üqün, Jenimni türmidin qiⱪarƣaysǝn; Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar ǝtrapimda olixidu; Qünki Sǝn manga zor meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsitisǝn.