Psalms 60
1 Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction: when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal, and Joab turned back and struck Idumea, in the valley of the salt pits, twelve thousand men. O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Guwaⱨliⱪ nilupǝri» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi: — (Dawut Aram-Naⱨaraim wǝ Aram-Zobaⱨdiki Suriyǝliklǝr bilǝn jǝng ⱪilƣanda, [uning sǝrdari bolƣan] Yoab jǝnggǝ ⱪayta berip, «Xor wadisi»da Edomdikilǝrdin on ikki ming ǝskǝrni ⱪiliqliƣan qaƣda yezilƣan) I Huda, Sǝn bizni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪting; Bizni parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwǝtting, Sǝn bizdin rǝnjiding; Əmdi bizni yeningƣa ⱪayturƣin!
2 You have moved the earth, and you have disturbed it. Heal its breaches, for it has been moved.
Sǝn zeminni tǝwritip yeriwǝtkǝniding; Əmdi uning bɵsüklirini saⱪaytⱪaysǝn; Qünki u dǝldǝngxip kǝtti!
3 You have revealed to your people difficulties. You have made us drink the wine of remorse.
Sǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪinggǝ külpǝt-harliⱪlarni kɵrgüzdüng; Sǝn bizgǝ alaⱪzadilikning xarabini iqküzdüng.
4 You have given a warning sign to those who fear you, so that they may flee from before the face of the bow, so that your beloved may be delivered.
Sǝn Ɵzüngdin ǝyminidiƣanlarƣa tuƣ tiklǝp bǝrgǝnsǝn; U ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni ayan ⱪilixⱪa kɵtürülidu. (Selaⱨ)
5 Save me with your right hand, and hear me.
Ɵz sɵygǝnliring nijatliⱪ tepixi üqün, Ong ⱪolung bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, [Duayimni] ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn.
6 God has spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Shechem, and I will measure the steep valley of the tabernacles.
Huda Ɵz pak-muⱪǝddǝslikidǝ xundaⱪ degǝn: — «Mǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn Xǝkǝm diyarini bɵlüp berimǝn, Sukkot wadisini [tǝⱪsim ⱪilixⱪa] ɵlqǝymǝn.
7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. And Ephraim is the strength of my head. Judah is my king.
Gilead Manga mǝnsuptur, Manassǝⱨmu Manga mǝnsuptur; Əfraim bolsa beximdiki dubulƣamdur, Yǝⱨuda Mening ǝmr-pǝrman qiⱪarƣuqimdur;
8 Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. Into Idumea, I will extend my shoe. To me, the foreigners have been made subject.
Moab Mening yuyunux jawurumdur; Edomƣa qoruⱪumni taxlaymǝn; Filistiyǝ, Mening sǝwǝbimdin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinglar!»
9 Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me all the way to Idumea?
Kim Meni bu mustǝⱨkǝm xǝⱨǝrgǝ baxlap kirǝlisun? Kim Meni Edomƣa elip baralisun?
10 Will not you, O God, who has rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?
I Huda, Sǝn bizni rasttinla qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪtingmu? Ⱪoxunlirimiz bilǝn billǝ jǝnggǝ qiⱪmamsǝn?
11 Grant us help from tribulation. For salvation from man is empty.
Bizni zulumlardin ⱪutuluxⱪa yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, Qünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
12 In God, we will act virtuously. And those who trouble us, he will lead to nothing.
Huda arⱪiliⱪ biz qoⱪum baturluⱪ kɵrsitimiz; Bizgǝ zulum ⱪilƣuqilarni qǝyligüqi dǝl U Ɵzidur!
