Psalms 57
1 To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ⱨalak ⱪilmiƣaysǝn» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi, (u Saul padixaⱨtin ⱪeqip, ɵngkürdǝ yoxurunuwalƣan qaƣda yezilƣan): — I Huda, manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn, Manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn, Qünki jenim Seni panaⱨim ⱪildi. Muxu balayi’apǝt ɵtüp kǝtküqǝ, ⱪanatliring sayisidǝ panaⱨ tapimǝn.
2 I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.
Hudaƣa, yǝni Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqiƣa, Ɵzüm üqün ⱨǝmmini orunlaydiƣan Tǝngrigǝ nida ⱪilimǝn;
3 He will send from heaven, and take me from the power of him whose desire is for my destruction. God will send out his mercy and his good faith.
U ǝrxtin yardǝm ǝwǝtip meni ⱪutⱪuzidu; Manga ⱪarap nǝpsi yoƣinap, meni ⱪoƣlawatⱪanlarni U rǝswa ⱪilidu; (Selaⱨ) Huda Ɵz meⱨir-xǝpⱪiti wǝ ⱨǝⱪiⱪitini ǝwǝtidu!
4 My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.
Jenim xirlar arisida ⱪaldi; Mǝn nǝpisi yalⱪun kǝbi bolƣanlar arisida yatimǝn! Adǝm baliliri — Ularning qixliri nǝyzǝ-oⱪlardur, Ularning tili — ɵtkür ⱪiliqtur!
5 O God, be lifted up higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
I Huda, ǝrxlǝrdin yuⱪiri uluƣlanƣaysǝn, Xan-xǝriping yǝr yüzini ⱪapliƣay!
6 They have made ready a net for my steps; my soul is bent down; they have made a great hole before me, and have gone down into it themselves. (Selah)
Ular ⱪǝdǝmlirimgǝ tor ⱪurdi; Jenim egilip kǝtti; Ular mening yolumƣa orǝk koliƣanidi, Lekin ɵzliri iqigǝ qüxüp kǝtti.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs, and give praise.
Iradǝm qing, i Huda, iradǝm qing; Mǝn mǝdⱨiyǝ nahxilarni eytip, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ Seni küylǝymǝn!
8 You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.
Oyƣan, i roⱨim! I nǝƣmǝ-sazlirim, oyƣan! Mǝn sǝⱨǝr ⱪuyaxinimu oyƣitimǝn!
9 I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make songs to you among the nations.
Mǝn hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝr arisida seni uluƣlaymǝn, i Rǝb; Əllǝr arisida Seni küylǝymǝn!
10 For your mercy is great, stretching up to the heavens, and your righteousness goes up to the clouds.
Qünki ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ǝrxlǝrgǝ yǝtküdǝk uluƣdur; Ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting bulutlarƣa taⱪaxti.
11 Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens, let your glory be over all the earth.
I Huda, ǝrxlǝrdin yuⱪiri uluƣlanƣaysǝn, Xan-xǝriping yǝr yüzini ⱪapliƣay!
