< Psalms 102 >

1 A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed, and poureth out his complaint before Jehovah. Jehovah, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.
Ezilgǝnning duasi: U ⱨalidin kǝtkǝndǝ, dad-pǝryadini Pǝrwǝrdigar aldiƣa tɵkkǝndǝ: — Duayimni angliƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Pǝryadim aldingƣa yetip kirsun!
2 Hide not thy face from me: in the day of my trouble, incline thine ear unto me; in the day I call, answer me speedily.
Yüzüngni mǝndin ⱪaqurmiƣaysǝn; Ⱪisilƣan künümdǝ manga ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn; Mǝn nida ⱪilƣan kündǝ, manga tez jawab bǝrgin!
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
Mana, künlirim is-tütǝktǝk tügǝp ketidu, Ustihanlirim otun-qoƣlarƣa ohxax kɵydi!
4 My heart is smitten and withered like grass; yea, I have forgotten to eat my bread.
Yürikim zǝhmǝ yǝp qɵplǝr hazan bolƣandǝk ⱪurup kǝtti, Ⱨǝtta nenimni yeyixni untudum.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my flesh.
Mǝn aⱨu-zar tartⱪanliⱪimdin, Ətlirim süngǝklirimgǝ qaplixip ⱪaldi.
6 I am become like the pelican of the wilderness, I am as an owl in desolate places;
Qɵl-bayawandiki saⱪiyⱪuxtǝk, Wǝyranqiliⱪta ⱪonup yürgǝn ⱨuwⱪuxⱪa ohxaymǝn.
7 I watch, and am like a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
Uhlimay sǝgǝk turup kɵzǝttimǝn; Ɵgzidǝ yalƣuz ⱪalƣan ⱪuxⱪaq kǝbimǝn.
8 Mine enemies reproach me all the day; they that are mad against me swear by me.
Düxmǝnlirim kün boyi meni mǝshirǝ ⱪilmaⱪta, Meni ⱨaⱪarǝtligǝnlǝr ismimni lǝnǝt ornida ixlǝtmǝktǝ.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
Ⱪǝⱨring ⱨǝm aqqiⱪing tüpǝylidin, Külni nan dǝp yǝwatimǝn, Iqimlikimni kɵz yexim bilǝn arilaxturimǝn; Qünki Sǝn meni kɵtürüp, andin yǝrgǝ urdung.
10 Because of thine indignation and thy wrath; for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
11 My days are like a lengthened-out shadow, and I, I am withered like grass.
Künlirim ⱪuyax uzartⱪan kɵlǝnggidǝk yoⱪulay dǝp ⱪaldi, Ɵzüm bolsam qɵplǝr hazan bolƣandǝk ⱪurup kǝttim.
12 But thou, Jehovah, abidest for ever, and thy memorial from generation to generation.
Lekin Sǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝbǝdiy turisǝn, Sening nam-xɵⱨriting dǝwrdin-dǝwrgiqidur.
13 Thou wilt rise up, thou wilt have mercy upon Zion: for it is the time to be gracious to her, for the set time is come.
Sǝn ornungdin turisǝn, Zionƣa rǝⱨim ⱪilisǝn; Qünki uningƣa xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsitix waⱪti kǝldi, Ⱨǝ, waⱪit-saiti yetip kǝldi!
14 For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and favour her dust.
Qünki ⱪulliring uning taxliridin hursǝnlik tapidu, Ⱨǝm tupriⱪiƣimu iqini aƣritidu;
15 And the nations shall fear the name of Jehovah, and all the kings of the earth thy glory.
Əllǝr Pǝrwǝrdigarning namidin, Yǝr yüzidiki xaⱨlar xan-xǝripingdin ǝyminidu.
16 When Jehovah shall build up Zion, he will appear in his glory.
Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigar Zionni ⱪaytidin ⱪurƣanda, U Ɵz xan-xǝripidǝ kɵrünidu!
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute one, and not despise their prayer.
U ƣerib-miskinning duasiƣa etibar beridu; Ularning duasini ⱨǝrgiz kǝmsitmǝydu.
18 This shall be written for the generation to come; and a people that shall be created shall praise Jah:
Bular kǝlgüsi bir ǝwlad üqün hatirilinidu; Xuning bilǝn kǝlgüsidǝ yaritilidiƣan bir hǝlⱪ Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu;
19 For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from the heavens hath Jehovah beheld the earth,
Qünki U ǝsirlǝrning aⱨ-zarlirini anglay dǝp, Ɵlümgǝ buyrulƣanlarni azad ⱪilay dǝp, Egizdiki muⱪǝddǝs jayidin engixip nǝzǝr saldi, Ərxlǝrdin Pǝrwǝrdigar yǝrgǝ ⱪaridi;
20 To hear the groaning of the prisoner, to loose those that are appointed to die;
21 That the name of Jehovah may be declared in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem,
Xundaⱪ ⱪilip, ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmitidǝ bolayli degǝndǝ, Yǝni ǝl-mǝmlikǝtlǝr jǝm yiƣilƣan waⱪtida — Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami Zionda, Uning xǝrǝpliri Yerusalemda jakarlinidu!
22 When the peoples shall be gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve Jehovah.
23 He weakened my strength in the way, he shortened my days.
Biraⱪ U meni yolda maƣdursizlandurup, Künlirimni ⱪisⱪartti.
24 I said, My God, take me not away in the midst of my days! ...Thy years are from generation to generation.
Mǝn: «Tǝngrim, ɵmrümning yerimida meni elip kǝtmǝ!» — dedim. — «Sening yilliring dǝwrdin dǝwrgiqidur,
25 Of old hast thou founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of thy hands:
Sǝn yǝrni ǝlmisaⱪtinla bǝrpa ⱪilƣansǝn, Asmanlarni ⱨǝm ⱪolliring yasiƣandur;
26 They shall perish, but thou continuest; and all of them shall grow old as a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed.
Ular yoⱪ bolup ketidu, Biraⱪ Sǝn dawamliⱪ turiwerisǝn; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi kiyimdǝk konirap ketidu; Ularni kona ton kǝbi almaxtursang, Xunda ular kiyim-keqǝk yǝnggüxlǝngǝndǝk yǝnggüxlinidu.
27 But thou art the Same, and thy years shall have no end.
Biraⱪ Sǝn ɵzgǝrmigüqidursǝn, Yilliringning tamami yoⱪtur.
28 The children of thy servants shall abide, and their seed shall be established before thee.
Ⱪulliringning balilirimu turiweridu, Ularning ǝwladi ⱨuzuringda mǝzmut yaxaydu!».

< Psalms 102 >