< Psalms 30 >
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanini Hudaƣa ataxni tǝbriklǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Mǝn Seni aliy dǝp uluƣlaymǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Qünki Sǝn meni pǝstin yuⱪiri kɵtürdüng, Düxmǝnlirimni üstümdin huxallandurmiding.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, mǝn Sanga nalǝ kɵtürdüm, Sǝn meni saⱪaytting.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol )
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn tǝⱨtisaradin jenimni elip qiⱪting, Ⱨangƣa qüxidiƣanlar arisidin manga ⱨayat berip saⱪliding. (Sheol )
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa küy eytinglar, i Uning ihlasmǝn bǝndiliri, Uning pak-muⱪǝddǝslikini yad etip tǝxǝkkür eytinglar.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Qünki Uning ƣǝzipi dǝⱪiⱪidǝ ɵtüp ketidu, Xapaiti bolsa ɵmürwayǝt bolidu; Yiƣa-zar keqiqǝ ⱪonup ⱪalsimu, Huxalliⱪ tang sǝⱨǝr bilǝn tǝng kelidu.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Mǝn bolsam ɵz raⱨǝt-paraƣitimdǝ: «Mǝnggügǝ tǝwrǝnmǝy muⱪim turimǝn» — dedim.
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Pǝrwǝrdigar, xapaiting bilǝn, mening teƣimni mustǝⱨkǝm turƣuzƣaniding; Əmma Sǝn didaringni ⱪaqurup yoxurdung; Mǝn alaⱪzadǝ bolup kǝttim;
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürdüm, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Mǝn [Sǝn] Rǝbkǝ iltija ⱪildim: —
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
— Mening ⱪenim tɵkülüp, ⱨangƣa kirsǝm nemǝ paydisi bardur? Topa-qang Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝmdu? U ⱨǝⱪiⱪitingni jakarliyalamdu?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Angliƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣaysǝn!
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Sǝn matǝm ⱪayƣusini ussul oynaxlarƣa aylandurdung; [Ⱨaziliⱪ] bɵz kiyimimni salduriwetip, Manga huxalliⱪni bǝlwaƣ ⱪilip baƣliding;
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
Xunga mening roⱨim süküt ⱪilmay, Sanga küylǝr oⱪusun! I Pǝrwǝrdigar, mening Hudayim, Sanga ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ tǝxǝkkürlǝrni eytimǝn!