Psalms 51
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after his adultery with Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your loving devotion; according to Your great compassion, blot out my transgressions.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy. Bu [küy] Natan pǝyƣǝmbǝr uning yeniƣa kelip, uni Bat-Xeba bilǝn bolƣan zinahorluⱪi toƣruluⱪ ǝyibligǝndin keyin yezilƣan: — Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting bilǝn, i Huda, manga meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn! Rǝⱨimdilliⱪliringning kɵplüki bilǝn asiyliⱪlirimni ɵqürüwǝtkǝysǝn!
2 Wash me clean of my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
Meni ⱪǝbiⱨlikimdin yiltizimƣiqǝ yuwǝtkǝysǝn, Gunaⱨimdin meni taziliƣaysǝn.
3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.
Qünki mǝn asiyliⱪlirimni tonup iⱪrar ⱪildim; Gunaⱨim ⱨǝmixǝ kɵz aldimda turidu.
4 Against You, You only, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight, so that You may be proved right when You speak and blameless when You judge.
Sening aldingda, pǝⱪǝt Sening aldingdila gunaⱨ ɵtküzüp, Nǝziringdǝ rǝzil bolƣan ixni sadir ⱪildim; Xu wǝjidin, Sǝn [meni ǝyiblǝp] sɵzlisǝng, adilliⱪing ispatlinidu; [Meni] soraⱪ ⱪilƣiningda, Ɵzüngning pakliⱪi ispatlinidu.
5 Surely I was brought forth in iniquity; I was sinful when my mother conceived me.
Mana, mǝn tuƣulƣinimdila, yamanliⱪta idim, Anamning ⱪarnida pǝyda bolƣinimdila mǝn gunaⱨta boldum.
6 Surely You desire truth in the inmost being; You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Sǝn adǝmlǝrning qin ⱪǝlbidin sǝmimiylik tǝlǝp ⱪilisǝn; Iqimdiki yoxurun jaylirimda Sǝn manga danaliⱪni bildürisǝn.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Meni [gunaⱨlirimdin] zofa bilǝn taziliƣaysǝn, Ⱨǝm mǝn pak bolimǝn; Meni pakpakiz yuƣaysǝn, mǝn ⱪardinmu aⱪ bolimǝn.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
Manga xad-huram awazlarni anglatⱪaysǝn; Xuning bilǝn Sǝn ǝzgǝn ustihanlirim yǝnǝ xadlinidu.
9 Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
Gunaⱨlirimdin qirayingni yoxurup, Yamanliⱪlirimni ɵqüriwǝtkǝysǝn.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.
Mǝndǝ pak ⱪǝlb yaratⱪaysǝn, i Huda; Wujumdiki sadiⱪ roⱨimni yengiliƣaysǝn.
11 Cast me not away from Your presence; take not Your Holy Spirit from me.
Meni ⱨuzurungdin qiⱪiriwǝtmigǝysǝn; Meningdin Muⱪǝddǝs Roⱨingni ⱪayturuwalmiƣaysǝn.
12 Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and sustain me with a willing spirit.
Aⱨ, nijatliⱪingdiki xadliⱪni manga yengibaxtin ⱨes ⱪildurƣaysǝn; Itaǝtmǝn roⱨ arⱪiliⱪ meni yɵligǝysǝn.
13 Then I will teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will return to You.
Buning bilǝn mǝn itaǝtsizlǝrgǝ yolliringni ɵgitǝy, Wǝ gunaⱨkarlar yeningƣa ⱪaytidu.
14 Deliver me from bloodguilt, O God, the God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing of Your righteousness.
Ⱪan tɵküx gunaⱨidin meni ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn, I Huda, manga nijatliⱪ bǝrgüqi Huda, Xuning bilǝn tilim ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪingni yangritip küylǝydu.
15 O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare Your praise.
I Rǝbbim, lǝwlirimni aqⱪaysǝn, Aƣzim mǝdⱨiyiliringni bayan ⱪilidu.
16 For You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You take no pleasure in burnt offerings.
Qünki Sǝn ⱪurbanliⱪni hux kɵrmǝysǝn; Bolmisa sunar idim; Kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardinmu hursǝnlik tapmaysǝn.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
Huda ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan ⱪurbanliⱪlar sunuⱪ bir roⱨtur; Sunuⱪ wǝ ezilgǝn ⱪǝlbni Sǝn kǝmsitmǝysǝn, i Huda;
18 In Your good pleasure, cause Zion to prosper; build up the walls of Jerusalem.
Xapaiting bilǝn Zionƣa meⱨribanliⱪni kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn; Yerusalemning sepillirini yengibaxtin bina ⱪilƣaysǝn!
19 Then You will delight in righteous sacrifices, in whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on Your altar.
U qaƣda Sǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪtin bolƣan ⱪurbanliⱪlardin, kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardin, Pütünlǝy kɵydürülgǝn kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardin hursǝnlik tapisǝn; U qaƣda adǝmlǝr ⱪurbangaⱨingƣa buⱪa-ɵküzlǝrni tǝⱪdim ⱪilixidu.
