Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from amongst the children of men.

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, xeminit bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar, qünki ihlasmǝn adǝm tügǝp kǝtti; Adǝmlǝr arisidin sadiⱪ mɵminlǝr ƣayip boldi.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

Ⱨǝrbirsi ɵz yeⱪinliriƣa yalƣan eytidu; Huxamǝtqi lǝwlǝrdǝ, alikɵngüllük bilǝn sɵzlixidu.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ huxamǝtqi lǝwlǝrni, Ⱨakawurlarqǝ sɵzlǝydiƣan tilni kesiwǝtkǝy!

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

Ular: «Tilimiz bilǝn ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilimiz; Lǝwlirimiz bolsa ɵzimizningkidur; Kim bizgǝ Rǝb bolalisun?» — dǝydu.

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

«Ezilgüqi ajizlarni basⱪan zulum wǝjidin, Miskinlǝrning aⱨuzarliri wǝjidin, Ⱨazirla ornumdin turay» — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar, «Mǝn ularƣa, ular zariⱪip kütkǝn azadliⱪni yǝtküzimǝn».

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵzliri bolsa sap sɵzlǝrdur; Ular yǝttǝ ⱪetim saplaxturulƣan, Sapal ⱪazanda tawlanƣan kümüxtǝktur.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, ularni saⱪlaysǝn; Sǝn [mɵminlǝrni] muxu dǝwrdin mǝnggügǝ ⱪoƣdaysǝn;

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.

[Qünki] rǝzil adǝmlǝr ⱨǝryanda ƣadiyip yürüxidu, Pǝskǝxlik insan baliliri arisida aliyjanabliⱪ dǝp mahtalmaⱪta!