Psalms 60
1 To the chief Musician. On Shushan. Testimony. Michtam of David; to teach: when he strove with the Syrians of Mesopotamia, and the Syrians of Zobah, and Joab returned, and smote the Edomites in the valley of salt, twelve thousand. O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast scattered us, thou hast been displeased: restore us again.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Guwahliq niluperi» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi: — (Dawut Aram-Naharaim we Aram-Zobahdiki Suriyelikler bilen jeng qilghanda, [uning serdari bolghan] Yoab jengge qayta bérip, «Shor wadisi»da Édomdikilerdin on ikki ming eskerni qilichlighan chaghda yézilghan) I Xuda, Sen bizni chetke qaqting; Bizni pare-pare qiliwetting, Sen bizdin renjiding; Emdi bizni yéninggha qayturghin!
2 Thou hast made the earth to tremble, thou hast rent it: heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.
Sen zéminni tewritip yériwetkeniding; Emdi uning bösüklirini saqaytqaysen; Chünki u deldengship ketti!
3 Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us to drink the wine of bewilderment.
Sen Öz xelqingge külpet-xarliqlarni körgüzdüng; Sen bizge alaqzadilikning sharabini ichküzdüng.
4 Thou hast given a banner to them that fear thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth, (Selah)
Sen Özüngdin eyminidighanlargha tugh tiklep bergensen; U heqiqetni ayan qilishqa kötürülidu. (Sélah)
5 That thy beloved ones may be delivered. Save with thy right hand, and answer me.
Öz söygenliring nijatliq tépishi üchün, Ong qolung bilen qutquzghaysen, [Duayimni] ijabet qilghaysen.
6 God hath spoken in his holiness: I will exult, I will divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
Xuda Öz pak-muqeddeslikide shundaq dégen: — «Men tentene qilimen, Men Shekem diyarini bölüp bérimen, Sukkot wadisini [teqsim qilishqa] ölcheymen.
7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine, and Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Giléad Manga mensuptur, Manassehmu Manga mensuptur; Efraim bolsa béshimdiki dubulghamdur, Yehuda Méning emr-perman chiqarghuchimdur;
8 Moab is my wash-pot; upon Edom will I cast my sandal; Philistia, shout aloud because of me.
Moab Méning yuyunush jawurumdur; Édomgha choruqumni tashlaymen; Filistiye, Méning sewebimdin tentene qilinglar!»
9 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me unto Edom?
Kim Méni bu mustehkem sheherge bashlap kirelisun? Kim Méni Édomgha élip baralisun?
10 [Wilt] not thou, O God, who didst cast us off? and didst not go forth, O God, with our armies?
I Xuda, Sen bizni rasttinla chetke qaqtingmu? Qoshunlirimiz bilen bille jengge chiqmamsen?
11 Give us help from trouble; for vain is man's deliverance.
Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
12 Through God we shall do valiantly; and he it is that will tread down our adversaries.
Xuda arqiliq biz choqum baturluq körsitimiz; Bizge zulum qilghuchilarni cheyligüchi del U Özidur!
