< 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 )
Qünki jenimni tǝⱨtisarada ⱪaldurmaysǝn, Xundaⱪla Sening Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqingni qirixtin saⱪlaysǝn. (Sheol )
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.