Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our refuge from generation to generation.
Xudaning adimi bolghan Musaning duasi: — Ya Rebbim, Sen barliq dewrde bizge makan bolup kéliwatisen;
2 Before the mountains became, or the land was formed along with the world: from ages past, even to all ages, you are God.
Taghlar wujudqa kelmestin burun, Sen yer we alemni shekillendürmestin burun, Ezeldin ebedgiche Tengridursen.
3 And, lest man be turned aside in humiliation, you have said: Be converted, O sons of men.
Sen insanni tupraqqa aylandurup: — «Hey, insan baliliri, qaytinglar!» — deysen.
4 For a thousand years before your eyes are like the days of yesterday, which have passed by, and they are like a watch of the night,
Mana, Séning neziringde ming yil — Ötüp ketken tünügünki bir kün, Tündiki bir jésektur, xalas.
5 which was held for nothing: so their years shall be.
Sen ademlerni su tashqinidek élip kétisen, Ular ötüp ketken bir uyqudek, Tang seherde ünüp chiqqan ot-chöpke oxshaydu —
6 In the morning, he may pass away like grass; in the morning, he may flower and pass away. In the evening, he will fall, and harden, and become dry.
Etigende ular kökirip ünidu, Kéchisi bolsa késilip, soliship kéter.
7 For, at your wrath, we have withered away, and we have been disturbed by your fury.
Chünki biz gheziping bilen yoqaymiz, Qehring bilen dekke-dükkide qalimiz.
8 You have placed our iniquities in your sight, our age in the illumination of your countenance.
Sen qebihliklirimizni köz aldinggha, Yoshurun qilmishlirimizni jamalingning nuri aldigha qoydung.
9 For all our days have faded away, and at your wrath, we have fainted. Our years will be considered to be like a spider’s web.
Barliq künlirimiz dergheziping astida ötüp kétidu, Yillirimizni bir uh tartish bilenla tügitimiz.
10 The days of our years in them are seventy years. But in the powerful, they are eighty years, and more of these are with hardship and sorrow. For mildness has overwhelmed us, and we shall be corrected.
Ömrimizning yilliri yetmish yil, Maghdurimiz bar bolsa seksen yil; Biraq ularning pexri japa we bihudiliktur; Hayat tézlik bilen üzer, Mana, biz uchup kettuq.
11 Who knows the power of your wrath? And, before fear, can your wrath
Sanga bolghan hörmet-eyminishning az-köplükige qarap hésablinidighan, Achchiqingning shidditini kim bilsun?
12 be numbered? So make known your right hand, along with men learned in heart, in wisdom.
Shunga könglimizni danaliqqa qoyushimiz üchün, Künlirimizni sanashni bizge ögetkeysen!
13 Return, O Lord, how long? And may you be persuaded on behalf of your servants.
Yénimizgha qaytqaysen, i Perwerdigar, Séni qachan’ghiche...?! Qulliringgha rehim qilghaysen!
14 We were filled in the morning with your mercy, and we exulted and delighted all our days.
Bizni etigende özgermes muhebbiting bilen qandurghaysen; Undaqta barliq künlirimizde küylerni yangritip shadlinimiz.
15 We have been rejoicing, because of the days in which you humbled us, because of the years in which we saw evils.
Sen bizni japagha chömgen künlerge asasen, Külpetni körgen yillirimizgha asasen yene xursen qilghin!
16 Look down upon your servants and upon their works, and direct their sons.
Ulugh ishliring qulliringgha körün’gey, Shanu-shewkiting ularning oghullirighimu ashkara bolghay!
17 And may the splendor of the Lord our God be upon us. And so, direct the works of our hands over us; direct even the work of our hands.
Perwerdigar Xudayimizning shérin merhemiti üstimizde bolghay, Qolimizning ishlirini üstimizge beriketlik qilghaysen, Berheq, qolimizning ishlirini beriketlik qilghaysen!
