Psalms 88
1 A song of a Psalm for the sons of Core for the end, upon Maeleth for responsive [strains], of instruction for Aeman the Israelite. O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried by day and in the night before you.
Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy-nahxa: — Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Mahalat-leanot» aⱨangida oⱪulsun dǝp, Əzraliⱪ Ⱨeman yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nijatliⱪim bolƣan Huda, Keqǝ-kündüz Sanga nalǝ ⱪilip kǝldim.
2 Let my prayer come in before you; incline your ear to my supplication, O Lord.
Duayim Sening aldingƣa kirip ijabǝt bolsun; Nidayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn;
Qünki dǝrdlǝrdin jenim toyƣan, Ⱨayatim tǝⱨtisaraƣa yeⱪinlaxⱪan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;
Ⱨangƣa qüxüwatⱪanlar ⱪatarida ⱨesablinimǝn; Küq-madari ⱪuruƣan adǝmdǝk bolup ⱪaldim.
5 free amongst the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom you remember no more; and they are rejected from your hand.
Ɵlüklǝr arisiƣa taxlanƣanmǝn, Ⱪirilip ⱪǝbridǝ yatⱪanlardǝk; Sǝn ularni yǝnǝ ǝslimǝysǝn, Ular ⱪolungdin üzüp elinip yiraⱪ ⱪilinƣan.
6 They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark [places], and in the shadow of death.
Sǝn meni ⱨangning ǝng tegigǝ, Zulmǝtlik jaylarƣa, dengizning qongⱪur yǝrlirigǝ qɵmdürdüng.
7 Your wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and you have brought upon me all your billows. (Pause)
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümgǝ eƣir yüktǝk basti, Barliⱪ dolⱪunliring bilǝn meni ⱪiyniding.
8 You have removed my acquaintance far from me; they have made me an abomination to themselves; I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.
Mǝndin dost-buradǝrlirimni yiraⱪlaxturdung; Ularni mǝndin yirgǝndürdüng; Mǝn ⱪamalƣanmǝn, ⱨeq qiⱪalmaymǝn.
9 Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to you, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to you.
Kɵzlirim azab-oⱪubǝttin hirǝlǝxti; Ⱨǝr küni Sanga nida ⱪilimǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ⱪollirimni Sanga kɵtürüp kǝldim.
10 Will you work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise [them] up, that they shall praise you?
Ɵlüklǝrgǝ mɵjizǝ kɵrsitǝrsǝnmu? Mǝrⱨumlar ornidin turup Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytarmu?
11 Shall any one declare your mercy in the tomb? and your truth in destruction?
Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱪǝbridǝ bayan ⱪilinarmu? Ⱨalakǝt diyarida sadiⱪliⱪ-ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting mahtilarmu?
12 Shall your wonders be known in darkness? and your righteousness in a forgotten land?
Karamǝtliring zülmǝttǝ tonularmu? Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing «untulux zemini»dǝ bilinǝrmu?
13 But I cried to you, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent you.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam, Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sanga pǝryad kɵtürimǝn, Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ duayim aldingƣa kiridu.
14 Therefore, O Lord, do you reject my prayer, [and] turn your face away from me?
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nemigǝ jenimni taxliwǝtting? Nemigǝ jamalingni mǝndin yoxurdung?
15 I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.
Yaxliⱪimdin tartip mǝn ezilgǝn, bimardurmǝn; Wǝⱨxǝtliringni kɵrüwerip ⱨeq ⱨalim ⱪalmidi.
16 Your wrath has passed over me; and your terrors have greatly disquieted me.
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümdin ɵtti; Wǝⱨimiliring meni nabut ⱪildi.
17 They compassed me like water; all the day they beset me together.
Ular kün boyi taxⱪin suliridǝk meni orawaldi, Tamamǝn meni qɵmdürdi.
18 You have put far from me [every] friend, and mine acquaintances because of [my] wretchedness.
Jan dostlirimni, aƣinilirimni meningdin yiraⱪlaxturdung, Mening ǝziz dostum bolsa ⱪarangƣuluⱪtur!
