Psalms 41
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Blessed is the one who cares for the poor; the LORD will deliver him in the day of trouble.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Ghérib-ajizlargha ghemxorluq qilghan kishi neqeder bextlik-he! Éghir künlerde Perwerdigar uninggha panah bolidu.
2 The LORD will protect and preserve him; He will bless him in the land and refuse to surrender him to the will of his foes.
Perwerdigar uni qoghdap, uni aman saqlaydu; U zéminda turup bextiyar yashaydu; Sen uni düshmenlirining ixtiyarigha chüshürmeysen!
3 The LORD will sustain him on his bed of illness and restore him from his bed of sickness.
Orun tutup zeipliship yatqinida, Perwerdigar uninggha derman bolidu; Sen uning yatqan orun-körpilirini raslap tüzeshtürüp turisen.
4 I said, “O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against You.”
Men iltija qilip: — «I Perwerdigar, manga méhribanliq körsetkeysen, Jénimgha shipaliq bergeysen; Chünki men aldingda gunah qildim» — dédim.
5 My enemies say with malice: “When will he die and be forgotten?”
Düshmenlirim men toghruluq: — «U qachanmu ölüp, nami-nesli qurup kéter?» — dep manga yamanliq tileydu.
6 My visitor speaks falsehood; he gathers slander in his heart; he goes out and spreads it abroad.
Birsi méni körgili kelgen bolsa, U aldamchi sözlerni qilidu; Ular keynimdin könglide shumluq toplap, Andin sirtlargha chiqip shu ishlarni tarqitip po atidu;
7 All who hate me whisper against me; they imagine the worst for me:
Manga öch bolghanlarning hemmisi manga qarita özara kusurlishidu, Ular manga ziyankeshlik qestide bolidu.
8 “A vile disease has been poured into him; he will never get up from where he lies!”
Ular: «Uning béshigha jin-sheytandin bir késel chaplashti; Emdi u orun tutup yétip qaldi; U qaytidin turalmaydu» — déyishidu.
9 Even my close friend whom I trusted, the one who shared my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
Hetta sirdishim dep ishen’gen qedinas dostum, Men bilen hemdastixan bolup tuzumni yégenmu manga put atti.
10 But You, O LORD, be gracious to me and raise me up, that I may repay them.
Biraq Sen Perwerdigar, manga rehim qilghaysen; Düshmenlirimdin intiqam élishqa, Méni turghuzghaysen;
11 By this I know that You delight in me, for my enemy does not triumph over me.
Düshminimning üstümdin ghelibe qilip shadlanmighinidin, Séni mendin söyünidu, dep bilimen.
12 In my integrity You uphold me and set me in Your presence forever.
Biraq manga kelsek, durus bolghanliqimdin, sen méni yöleysen; Sen méni menggü Öz huzurungda qed kötürütküzüp turghuzisen.
13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.
Israilning Xudasi Perwerdigargha ebedil’ebedgiche teshekkür-medhiye qayturulghay! Amin! Amin!
