Psalms 39
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexi Yǝdutunƣa tapxurulƣan, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Tilim gunaⱨ ⱪilmisun dǝp, Yollirimƣa diⱪⱪǝt ⱪilimǝn; Rǝzillǝr kɵz aldimda bolsa, mǝn aƣzimƣa bir kɵxǝk salimǝn» — degǝnidim.
2 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
Mǝn süküt ⱪilip, zuwan sürmidim, Ⱨǝtta yahxiliⱪ toƣrisidiki sɵzlǝrnimu aƣzimdin qiⱪarmidim; Biraⱪ dil azabim tehimu ⱪozƣaldi.
3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
Kɵnglümdǝ zǝrdǝm ⱪaynidi, Oylanƣanseri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ihtiyarsiz sɵzlǝp kǝtti.
4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵz ǝjilimni, Künlirimning ⱪanqilik ikǝnlikini manga ayan ⱪilƣin; Ajiz insan balisi ikǝnlikimni manga bildürgin.
5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
Mana, Sǝn künlirimni pǝⱪǝt nǝqqǝ ƣeriqla ⱪilding, Sening aldingda ɵmrüm yoⱪ ⱨesabididur. Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, barliⱪ insanlar tik tursimu, pǝⱪǝt bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
6 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir insanning ⱨayati huddi bir kɵlǝnggidur, Ularning aldirap-saldiraxliri biⱨudǝ awariqiliktur; Ular bayliⱪlarni toplaydu, lekin keyin bu bayliⱪlarni kimning ⱪoliƣa juƣlinidiƣanliⱪini bilmǝydu.
7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
I Rǝb, ǝmdi mǝn nemini kütimǝn? Mening ümidim sangila baƣliⱪtur.
8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
Meni barliⱪ asiyliⱪlirimdin ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Meni ⱨamaⱪǝtlǝrning mǝshirisigǝ ⱪaldurmiƣaysǝn.
9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
Süküt ⱪilip zuwan sürmidim; Qünki mana, muxu [jazani] Ɵzüng yürgüzgǝnsǝn.
10 Remove your scourges from me.
Meni salƣan wabayingni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝn; Qünki ⱪolungning zǝrbisi bilǝn tügixǝy dǝp ⱪaldim.
11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
Sǝn tǝnbiⱨliring bilǝn kixini ɵz yamanliⱪi üqün tǝrbiyiliginingdǝ, Sǝn huddi nǝrsilǝrgǝ küyǝ ⱪurti qüxkǝndǝk, uning izzǝt-ƣururini yoⱪ ⱪiliwetisǝn; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir adǝm bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn, Pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! Kɵz yaxlirimƣa süküt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn! Qünki mǝn pütkül ata-bowilirimdǝk, Sening aldingda yaⱪa yurtluⱪ, musapirmǝn, halas!
13 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
Manga tikkǝn kɵzüngni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝnki, Mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs jayƣa kǝtküqǝ, Meni bir’az bolsimu raⱨǝttin bǝⱨrimǝn ⱪilƣaysǝn.
