< Psalms 22 >

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ayjǝlǝt-haxxaⱨar» (tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ kǝlgǝn mǝdǝt) degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Aⱨ Ilaⱨim, Ilaⱨim, nemixⱪa mǝndin waz kǝqting? Sǝn nemixⱪa meni ⱪutⱪuzuxtin xunqǝ yiraⱪsǝn? Nemixⱪa ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirimdin xunqǝ yiraⱪ turisǝn,
2 I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
Hudayim, kündüzdǝ nida ⱪildim, lekin Sǝn ⱨeq jawab ⱪilmaysǝn; Keqidimu mǝn xundaⱪ pǝryad ⱪilixtin aram alalmaymǝn.
3 Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
Biraⱪ i Israilning mǝdⱨiyilirini ɵz makaning ⱪilƣuqi, Sǝn degǝn pak-muⱪǝddǝstursǝn!
4 In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.
Ata-bowilirimiz seni tayanqi ⱪilƣan, Ular sanga tayanƣan, sǝn ularni ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
5 They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.
Ular Sanga nida ⱪilixliri bilǝn ⱪutulƣan; Sanga tayinix bilǝn ularning ümidi ⱨeq yǝrdǝ ⱪalƣan ǝmǝs.
6 But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam adǝm ǝmǝs, bir ⱪurtmǝn, Insan tǝripidin [tɵⱨmǝt bilǝn] rǝswayialǝm ⱪilinƣanmǝn, Halayiⱪ tǝripidin kǝmsitilgǝnmǝn.
7 All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:
Meni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi mazaⱪ ⱪilip külidu, Baxlirini silkixip aƣzilirini pürüxtürüp:
8 “He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”
«U Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ɵzini tapxurƣan ǝmǝsmu?! Əmdi Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Pǝrwǝrdigar uningdin hursǝn bolsa ǝgǝr, Uni ⱪutuldursun!» — deyixidu.
9 Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.
Biraⱪ meni apamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qiⱪarƣuqi ɵzüngdursǝn; Ⱨǝtta ǝmqǝktiki waⱪtimdimu meni ɵzünggǝ tayandurƣansǝn;
10 From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.
Tuƣulƣinimdin tartipla, mǝn ɵzümni ⱪoynungƣa taxliƣanmǝn; Anamning baliyatⱪusidiki waⱪtimdila, Sǝn mening Tǝngrim bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
Mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma; Qünki riyazǝt meni ⱪistap kǝldi; Manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣuqi yoⱪtur.
12 Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
Nurƣun buⱪilar meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Baxanning küqlük buⱪiliri meni oriwaldi;
13 They open their jaws against me like lions that roar and maul.
Ular adǝmni titma ⱪilƣuqi ⱨɵrkirǝwatⱪan xirdǝk, Aƣzilirni qong eqip manga tikilip turidu.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
Mǝn tɵkülgǝn sudǝk boldum, Ⱨǝmmǝ sɵngǝklirim izidin qiⱪip kǝtti; Yürikim momdǝk erip kǝtti, Iq-baƣrimda zǝiplixip erip kǝtti.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
Ⱪaƣjirap kǝtkǝn sapal parqisidǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi, Tilim tangliyimƣa qaplixip kǝtti, Sǝn [Pǝrwǝrdigar] meni ɵlümning topa-qangliriƣa ⱪoyƣansǝn.
16 For dogs surround me; a band of evil men encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
Ƣaljir itlar manga olaxti, Bir top rǝzillǝr meni ⱪistap kelip, Mening ⱪolum wǝ putumni sanjip tǝxti.
17 I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.
Sɵngǝklirimning ⱨǝmmisini saniyalaymǝn, [Ustihanlirim] manga tikilip ⱪarap turƣandǝk ⱪilidu.
18 They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
Ular kiyimlirimni ɵz arisida ülǝxtürüwatidu, Kɵnglikimgǝ erixix üqün qǝk taxlixiwatidu.
19 But You, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
Biraⱪ, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma! I Küq-Ⱪudritim bolƣuqim, yardǝmgǝ tez kǝlgǝysǝn!
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of wild dogs.
Jenimni ⱪiliqtin ⱪutⱪuzƣin, Mening yalƣuz jenimni itning qanggilidin ⱪutuldurƣin.
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion; at the horns of the wild oxen You have answered me!
Meni xirning aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzƣin; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn iltijalirimni ijabǝt ⱪilip yawa kalilarning münggüzliridin ⱪutⱪuzƣansǝn!
22 I will proclaim Your name to my brothers; I will praise You in the assembly.
Mǝn Sening namingni ⱪerindaxlirimƣa elan ⱪilimǝn; Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ turup Sanga bolƣan mǝdⱨiyilirimni jakarlaymǝn;
23 You who fear the LORD, praise Him! All descendants of Jacob, honor Him! All offspring of Israel, revere Him!
Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝymǝngüqilǝr, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Yaⱪupning barliⱪ nǝsilliri, Uningƣa xan-xǝrǝp kǝltürünglar! Israilning pütün ǝwladliri, Uningdin ǝymininglar.
24 For He has not despised or detested the torment of the afflicted. He has not hidden His face from him, but has attended to his cry for help.
Qünki U ezilgüqining axu harlinixlirini nǝziridin saⱪit ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs, Yaki Uningdin ⱨeq yirgǝngǝn ǝmǝs; Uningdin Ɵz wisalini ⱨeq yoxurƣan ǝmǝs; Bǝlki U iltija ⱪilip awazini kɵtürginidǝ, Uningƣa ⱪulaⱪ selip angliƣan.
25 My praise for You resounds in the great assembly; I will fulfill my vows before those who fear You.
Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ manga oⱪulƣan mǝdⱨiyilǝr Ɵzüngdindur, Hudadin ǝymǝngüqilǝrning aldida iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmlirimni ixⱪa axurimǝn;
26 The poor will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the LORD will praise Him. May your hearts live forever!
Ajiz mɵminlǝr ⱪorsiⱪi toyƣuqǝ tamaⱪlinidu; Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigǝnlǝr Uni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu; Silǝrning ⱪǝlbinglar mǝnggü yaxnaydu!
27 All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD. All the families of the nations will bow down before Him.
Zeminning ǝng qetidikilǝrmu bu ixni ⱪǝlbidǝ tutup, towa ⱪilip Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldiƣa kelidu; Əl-millǝtlǝrning barliⱪ jǝmǝtliri aldingda ibadǝt ⱪilidu;
28 For dominion belongs to the LORD and He rules over the nations.
Qünki padixaⱨliⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣila tǝwǝdur; U ǝl-millǝtlǝr arisida ⱨɵküm sürgüqidur.
29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before Him— even those unable to preserve their lives.
Jaⱨandiki baylarmu Uning aldidin yǝp-iqip, ibadǝt ⱪilidu; Tupraⱪⱪa kirǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanlarmu, ⱨǝtta ɵz jenini saⱪliyalmaydiƣanlarmu Uningƣa sǝjdǝ ⱪilidu;
30 Posterity will serve Him; they will declare the Lord to a new generation.
Kǝlgüsidiki bir ǝwlad Uning hizmitidǝ bolidu; Bu ǝwlad Rǝb üqün Ɵz pǝrzǝntliri ⱨesablinidu.
31 They will come and proclaim His righteousness to a people yet unborn— all that He has done.
Keyin ular kelip, xu qaƣda tuƣulidiƣan bir ⱪowmƣa Uning ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪini jakarlap xuni elan ⱪiliduki, «U buni ǝmǝlgǝ axurdi!»

< Psalms 22 >