< Psalms 16 >

1 Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi: Meni saⱪliƣin, i Tǝngri, Qünki mǝn Sanga tayinimǝn.
2 Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
Mening jenim Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa: «Sǝn mening Rǝbbimdursǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa mening bǝht-saaditim yoⱪtur» — dedi.
3 To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
Yǝr yüzidiki muⱪǝddǝs bǝndiliring bolsa, Ular aliyjanablardur, Ular mening ⱨǝmmǝ huxalliⱪimdur.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips.
Kim baxⱪa ilaⱨni izdǝxkǝ aldirisa, Ularning dǝrdliri kɵpiyip ketidu. Ƣǝyriy ilaⱨlarƣa atap ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪanlirini tɵkmǝymǝn, Ularning namlirini tilimƣimu almaymǝn.
5 Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
Pǝrwǝrdigar bolsa mening mirasim ⱨǝm ⱪǝdǝⱨimdiki nesiwǝmdur; Qǝk taxlinip erixkǝn nesiwǝmni ɵzüng saⱪlaysǝn;
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
[Nesiwǝmni bǝlgiligǝn] siziⱪlar manga güzǝl yǝrlǝrni bekitkǝndur; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, mening güzǝl mirasim bardur!
7 I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
Manga nǝsiⱨǝt bǝrgǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturimǝn; Ⱨǝtta keqilǝrdimu wijdanim manga ɵgitidu.
8 I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarni ⱨǝrdaim kɵz aldimdin kǝtküzmǝymǝn; U ong yenimda bolƣaqⱪa, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz tǝwrǝnmǝymǝn.
9 Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
Xunga mening ⱪǝlbim xadlandi, Mening roⱨim tehimu kɵtürülidu, Mening tenim aman-esǝnliktǝ turidu;
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
Qünki jenimni tǝⱨtisarada ⱪaldurmaysǝn, Xundaⱪla Sening Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqingni qirixtin saⱪlaysǝn. (Sheol h7585)
11 Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
Sǝn manga ⱨayat yolini kɵrsitisǝn; Ⱨuzurungda tolup taxⱪan xad-huramliⱪ bardur; Ong ⱪolungda mǝnggülük bǝⱨrǝ-lǝzzǝtlǝrmu bardur.

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