Psalms 144

1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:

Dawut yazghan küy: — Qollirimgha jeng qilishni, Barmaqlirimgha urushni ögitidighan, Méning Qoram Téshim Perwerdigargha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!

2 He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.

Méning özgermes shepqitim we méning qorghinim, Méning égiz munarim we nijatkarim, Méning qalqinim we tayan’ghinim, men Uningdin himaye tapimen; U Öz xelqimni qol astimda boysundurghuchidur!

3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?

I Perwerdigar, Sen uningdin xewer alidikensen, adem dégen zadi néme? Uning toghruluq oylaydikensen, insan balisi dégen néme?

4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

Adem bolsa bir nepesturla, xalas; Uning künliri ötüp kétiwatqan bir kölenggidur, xalas.

5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.

I Perwerdigar, asmanlarni égildürüp chüshkeysen; Taghlargha tégip ulardin is-tütek chiqarghaysen;

6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.

Chaqmaqlarni chaqquzup ularni tarqitiwetkeysen; Oqliringni étip ularni qiyqas-süren’ge salghaysen;

7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;

Yuqiridin qolliringni uzitip, Méni azad qilghaysen; Méni ulugh sulardin, Yaqa yurttikilerning changgilidin chiqarghaysen.

8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.

9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.

I Xuda, men Sanga atap yéngi naxsha éytimen; Ontargha tengkesh bolup Sanga küylerni éytimen.

10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.

Sen padishahlargha nijatliq-ghelibe béghishlaysen; Qulung Dawutni ejellik qilichtin qutuldurisen.

11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.

Méni qutuldurghaysen, yat yurttikilerning qolidin azad qilghaysen; Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.

12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;

Shundaq qilip oghullirimiz yashliqida puxta yétilgen köchetlerge oxshaydu, Qizlirimiz ordiche neqishlen’gen tüwrüklerdek bolidu;

13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Ashliq ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuqlar bilen teminleydighan, Qoylirimiz otlaqlirimizda minglap, tümenlep qozilaydighan;

14 Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.

Kalilirimiz boghaz bolidighan; Héchkim bésip kirmeydighan, héchkim [jengge] chiqmaydighan; Kochilirimizda héch jédel-ghowgha bolmaydighan;

15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.

Ehwali shundaq bolghan xelq némidégen bextliktur! Xudasi Perwerdigar bolghan xelq bextliktur!