Psalms 39
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexi Yǝdutunƣa tapxurulƣan, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Tilim gunaⱨ ⱪilmisun dǝp, Yollirimƣa diⱪⱪǝt ⱪilimǝn; Rǝzillǝr kɵz aldimda bolsa, mǝn aƣzimƣa bir kɵxǝk salimǝn» — degǝnidim.
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
Mǝn süküt ⱪilip, zuwan sürmidim, Ⱨǝtta yahxiliⱪ toƣrisidiki sɵzlǝrnimu aƣzimdin qiⱪarmidim; Biraⱪ dil azabim tehimu ⱪozƣaldi.
3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
Kɵnglümdǝ zǝrdǝm ⱪaynidi, Oylanƣanseri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ihtiyarsiz sɵzlǝp kǝtti.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵz ǝjilimni, Künlirimning ⱪanqilik ikǝnlikini manga ayan ⱪilƣin; Ajiz insan balisi ikǝnlikimni manga bildürgin.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Mana, Sǝn künlirimni pǝⱪǝt nǝqqǝ ƣeriqla ⱪilding, Sening aldingda ɵmrüm yoⱪ ⱨesabididur. Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, barliⱪ insanlar tik tursimu, pǝⱪǝt bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir insanning ⱨayati huddi bir kɵlǝnggidur, Ularning aldirap-saldiraxliri biⱨudǝ awariqiliktur; Ular bayliⱪlarni toplaydu, lekin keyin bu bayliⱪlarni kimning ⱪoliƣa juƣlinidiƣanliⱪini bilmǝydu.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
I Rǝb, ǝmdi mǝn nemini kütimǝn? Mening ümidim sangila baƣliⱪtur.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
Meni barliⱪ asiyliⱪlirimdin ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Meni ⱨamaⱪǝtlǝrning mǝshirisigǝ ⱪaldurmiƣaysǝn.
9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
Süküt ⱪilip zuwan sürmidim; Qünki mana, muxu [jazani] Ɵzüng yürgüzgǝnsǝn.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
Meni salƣan wabayingni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝn; Qünki ⱪolungning zǝrbisi bilǝn tügixǝy dǝp ⱪaldim.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Sǝn tǝnbiⱨliring bilǝn kixini ɵz yamanliⱪi üqün tǝrbiyiliginingdǝ, Sǝn huddi nǝrsilǝrgǝ küyǝ ⱪurti qüxkǝndǝk, uning izzǝt-ƣururini yoⱪ ⱪiliwetisǝn; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir adǝm bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn, Pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! Kɵz yaxlirimƣa süküt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn! Qünki mǝn pütkül ata-bowilirimdǝk, Sening aldingda yaⱪa yurtluⱪ, musapirmǝn, halas!
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
Manga tikkǝn kɵzüngni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝnki, Mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs jayƣa kǝtküqǝ, Meni bir’az bolsimu raⱨǝttin bǝⱨrimǝn ⱪilƣaysǝn.
