Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan «Masqil»: — Kéyik ériqlardiki sugha teshna bolghandek, Jénim sanga teshnadur, i Xuda.
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Méning jénim Xudagha, hayat Tengrige intizardur; Ah, men qachanmu Xudaning huzurida körünüshke müyesser bolimen?
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
Méning kéche-kündüz yéginim köz yashlirim bolup kelgen; Xeqler kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» dep soraydu.
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
Ötken künlerni eslep, Jénimning derdlirini töküwatimen (Men köpchilik bilen kétiwétip, Xudaning öyige tentene qilip méngip, Xushalliqta Hemdusana oqup, naxsha éytip, Héytni tebrikligen top-top qoshundek, jamaet bilen bille barattim!).
5 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
— I jénim, Sen ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki Uning jamalidin chiqqan nijatliqtin, Men Uni yenila ulughlaymen, — Méning Xudayimni!
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
Jénim ichimde meyüslinip ketti; Shunga men Séni séghinimen; Hetta musapirliqta Iordan deryasi boyidiki wadilarda, Hermon taghlirida, Mizar téghidimu Séni séghinimen.
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
Séning sharqiratmiliringning awazlirigha, Chongqur hang bilen chongqur hang masliship hörkirimekte. Séning hemme dolqunliring hem qaynam-tashqinliring méni gherq qildi.
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
Kündüzi Perwerdigar özgermes muhebbitini [manga] buyruydu, Kéchiliri Uning naxshisi, We hem hayatim bolghan Tengrige qilghan dua manga hemrah bolidu.
9 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
Men Qoram Téshim bolghan Xudagha: — «Méni némishqa untup qalding? Men némishqa düshmenning zulumigha uchrap, Hemishe azab chékip yürüwatimen?» — deymen.
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
Söngeklirimni ezgendek reqiblirim méni mesxire qilip eyibleydu; Ular kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» — dep sorimaqta.
11 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
I jénim, ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki men Uni yenila medhiyileymen, Yeni chirayimgha salametlik, nijatliq ata qilghuchi Xudayimni medhiyileymen! U méning Xudayimdur!
