Psalms 64

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Huda, aⱨlirimni kɵtürgǝndǝ, meni angliƣaysǝn! Ⱨayatimni düxmǝnning wǝⱨxilikidin ⱪuƣdiƣaysǝn!

2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,

Ⱪara niyǝtlǝrning yoxurun suyiⱪǝstliridin, Yamanliⱪ ǝyligüqi ⱪaƣa-ⱪuzƣunlardin aman ⱪilƣaysǝn.

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,

Ular tillirini ⱪiliqtǝk ɵtkür bilidi; Mukǝmmǝl adǝmni yoxurun jaydin etix üqün, Ular oⱪini bǝtligǝndǝk zǝⱨǝrlik sɵzini tǝyyarlidi. Ular ⱪilqǝ ǝymǝnmǝy tuyuⱪsiz oⱪ qiⱪiridu.

4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.

5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.

Ular bǝtniyǝttǝ bir-birini riƣbǝtlǝndürüp, Yoxurun tuzaⱪ ⱪuruxni mǝsliⱨǝtlixip, «Bizni kim kɵrǝlǝytti?» — deyixmǝktǝ.

6 They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.

Ular ⱪǝbiⱨlikkǝ intilip: — «Biz izdinip, ǝtrapliⱪ bir tǝdbir tepip qiⱪtuⱪ!» — dǝydu; Insanning iq-baƣri wǝ ⱪǝlbi dǝrwǝⱪǝ qongⱪur wǝ [bilip bolmas] bir nǝrsidur!

7 But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.

Lekin Huda ularƣa oⱪ atidu; Ular tuyuⱪsiz zǝhimlinidu.

8 They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.

Ular ɵz tili bilǝn putlixidu; Ularni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi ɵzini neri tartidu.

9 Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.

Ⱨǝmmǝ adǝmni ⱪorⱪunq basidu; Ular Hudaning ixlirini bayan ⱪilidu, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ular uning ⱪilƣanlirini oylinip sawaⱪ alidu.

10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.

Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar Pǝrwǝrdigarda huxal bolup, Uningƣa tayinidu; Kɵngli durus adǝmlǝr roⱨlinip xadlinidu.