Psalms 57
1 For the end. Destroy not: by David, for a memorial, when he fled from the presence of Saul to the cave. Have mercy, upon me, O God, have mercy upon me: for my soul has trusted in thee: and in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until the iniquity have passed away.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi, (u Saul padishahtin qéchip, öngkürde yoshurunuwalghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xuda, manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Chünki jénim Séni panahim qildi. Mushu balayi’apet ötüp ketküche, qanatliring sayiside panah tapimen.
2 I will cry to God most high; the God who has benefited me. (Pause)
Xudagha, yeni Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchigha, Özüm üchün hemmini orunlaydighan Tengrige nida qilimen;
3 He sent from heaven and saved me; he gave to reproach them that trampled on me: God has sent forth his mercy and his truth;
U ershtin yardem ewetip méni qutquzidu; Manga qarap nepsi yoghinap, méni qoghlawatqanlarni U reswa qilidu; (Sélah) Xuda Öz méhir-shepqiti we heqiqitini ewetidu!
4 and he has delivered my soul from the midst of [lions']whelps: I lay down to sleep, [though] troubled. [As for] the sons of men, their teeth are arms and [missile] weapons, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Jénim shirlar arisida qaldi; Men nepisi yalqun kebi bolghanlar arisida yatimen! Adem baliliri — Ularning chishliri neyze-oqlardur, Ularning tili — ötkür qilichtur!
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; and thy glory above all the earth.
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
6 They have prepared snares for my feet, and have bowed down my soul: they have dug a pit before my face, and fallen into it [themselves]. (Pause)
Ular qedemlirimge tor qurdi; Jénim égilip ketti; Ular méning yolumgha orek kolighanidi, Lékin özliri ichige chüshüp ketti.
7 My heart, O God, [is] ready, my heart [is] ready: I will sing, yea will sing psalms.
Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilarni éytip, Berheq Séni küyleymen!
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I will awake early.
Oyghan, i rohim! I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!
9 O Lord, I will give thanks to thee among the nations: I will sing to thee among the Gentiles.
Men xelq-milletler arisida séni ulughlaymen, i Reb; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!
10 For thy mercy has been magnified even to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughdur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; and thy glory above all the earth.
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
