Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Huda, pǝryadimni angliƣaysǝn; Duayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn!

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

Yǝrning qǝt-qǝtliridǝ turup, Yürikim zǝiplixip kǝtkǝndǝ, Mǝn Sanga murajiǝt ⱪilimǝn: — Sǝn meni ɵzümdin yuⱪiri Ⱪoram Taxⱪa yetǝklǝysǝn!

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

Qünki Sǝn manga panaⱨgaⱨ, Düxminim aldida mustǝⱨkǝm munar bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Mǝn qediringni mǝnggülük turalƣum ⱪilimǝn; Ⱪanatliring sayisidǝ panaⱨ tapimǝn. (Selaⱨ)

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

Qünki Sǝn, i Huda, ⱪǝsǝmlirimni angliding; Ɵzüngdin ǝyminidiƣanlarƣa tǝwǝ mirasni mangimu bǝrdingsǝn.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Padixaⱨning künlirigǝ kün ⱪoxup uzartisǝn; Uning yilliri dǝwrdin-dǝwrgiqǝ bolidu.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

U Hudaning aldida mǝnggü ⱨɵküm süridu; Uni aman saⱪlaxⱪa muⱨǝbbǝt wǝ ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni bekitip tǝminligǝysǝn;

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Xuning bilǝn aldingda iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmlirimgǝ ⱨǝr küni ǝmǝl ⱪilimǝn; Mǝn namingni mǝnggü küylǝymǝn!