Psalms 77
1 To the chief Musician. On Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm. My voice is unto God, and I will cry; my voice is unto God, and he will give ear unto me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexi Yǝdutunƣa tapxurulƣan, Asaf yazƣan küy: — Awazim Hudaƣa kɵtürüldi, mǝn pǝryad ⱪilimǝn; Awazim Hudaƣa kɵtürüldi, U manga ⱪulaⱪ salidu.
2 In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; my soul refused to be comforted.
Beximƣa kün qüxkǝndǝ, mǝn Rǝbni izdidim; Keqiqǝ ⱪolumni [duaƣa] kɵtürüp, box ⱪoymidim; Jenim tǝsǝllini halimay rǝt ⱪildi.
3 I remembered God, and I moaned; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. (Selah)
Mǝn Hudani ǝslǝp seƣindim, aⱨ-zar ⱪildim; Seƣinip oylinip, roⱨim parakǝndǝ boldi. (Selaⱨ)
4 Thou holdest open mine eyelids; I am full of disquiet and cannot speak.
Sǝn mening kɵzümni yumdurmiding; Qongⱪur ƣǝxlik ilkidǝ bolƣanliⱪimdin sɵzliyǝlmǝyttim.
5 I consider the days of old, the years of ancient times.
Mǝn: «Kona zamandiki künlǝrni, Ⱪǝdimki yillarni hiyal ⱪilimǝn;
6 I remember my song in the night; I muse in mine own heart, and my spirit maketh diligent search.
Keqilǝrdǝ eytⱪan nahxamni ǝslǝymǝn; Kɵnglümdǝ qongⱪur hiyal sürimǝn» — [dedim]; Roⱨim intilip izdimǝktǝ idi;
7 Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?
— «Rǝb mǝnggügǝ taxliwetǝmdu? U ⱪaytidin iltipat kɵrsǝtmǝmdu?
8 Hath his loving-kindness ceased for ever? hath [his] word come to an end from generation to generation?
Uning ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiti ǝmdi mǝnggügǝ tügǝp kǝttimu? Uning wǝdisi ǝwladtin-ǝwladⱪiqǝ inawǝtsiz bolamdu?
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracious? or hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? (Selah)
Tǝngri meⱨir-xǝpⱪitini kɵrsitixni üntudimu? U ƣǝzǝplinip Ɵz rǝⱨimdilliⱪini tohtitiwǝttimu?». (Selaⱨ)
10 Then said I, This is my weakness: — the years of the right hand of the Most High
Andin mǝn mundaⱪ dedim: — «Bundaⱪ desǝm bolmaydu, bu [etiⱪadimning] ajizliⱪi ǝmǝsmu! Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqining ong ⱪolining yillirini, Yǝni Yaⱨning ⱪilƣanlirini — yad etimǝn; Ⱪǝdimdin buyanⱪi karamǝtliringni ǝslǝymǝn.
11 Will I remember, — the works of Jah; for I will remember thy wonders of old,
12 And I will meditate upon all thy work, and muse upon thy doings.
Sening barliⱪ ixligǝnliring üstidǝ seƣinip oylinimǝn; Sening ⱪilƣanliring üstidǝ istiⱪamǝt ⱪilimǝn;
13 O God, thy way is in the sanctuary: who is so great a god as God?
I Huda, yolung bolsa pak-muⱪǝddǝsliktidur; Hudadǝk uluƣ bir ilaⱨ barmidur?
14 Thou art the God that doest wonders; thou hast declared thy strength among the peoples.
Mɵjizilǝr Yaratⱪuqi Ilaⱨdursǝn; Əl-millǝtlǝr ara Sǝn küqüngni namayan ⱪilding.
15 Thou hast with [thine] arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
Ɵz biliking bilǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪingni, Yǝni Yaⱪup wǝ Yüsüpning pǝrzǝntlirini ⱨɵrlükkǝ qiⱪarƣansǝn; (Selaⱨ)
16 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they trembled, yea, the depths were troubled:
Sular Seni kɵrdi, i Huda, sular Seni kɵrdi; Titrǝk ularni basti, Dengiz tǝgliri patiparaⱪ boldi.
17 The thick clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound, yea, thine arrows went abroad:
Ⱪara bulutlar sularni tɵküwǝtti; Asmanlar zor sadasini anglatti; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Sening oⱪliring tǝrǝp-tǝrǝpkǝ etildi.
18 The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind, lightnings lit up the world; the earth was troubled and it quaked.
Güldürmamangning awazi ⱪara ⱪuyunda idi, Qaⱪmaⱪlar jaⱨanni yorutti; Yǝr yüzi alaⱪzadǝ bolup tǝwrǝndi.
19 Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths are in the great waters; and thy footsteps are not known.
Sening yolung okyan-dengizlarda, Ⱪǝdǝmliring qongⱪur sulardidur, Ayaƣ izliringni tapⱪili bolmaydu.
20 Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Sǝn ⱪoy padisini baⱪⱪandǝk, Musa wǝ Ⱨarunning ⱪoli bilǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪingni yetǝkliding».
