Psalms 88
1 A Song, a Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the chief Musician. Upon Mahalath Leannoth. An instruction. Of Heman the Ezrahite. Jehovah, God of my salvation, I have cried by day [and] in the night before thee.
Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy-nahxa: — Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Mahalat-leanot» aⱨangida oⱪulsun dǝp, Əzraliⱪ Ⱨeman yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nijatliⱪim bolƣan Huda, Keqǝ-kündüz Sanga nalǝ ⱪilip kǝldim.
2 Let my prayer come before thee; incline thine ear unto my cry.
Duayim Sening aldingƣa kirip ijabǝt bolsun; Nidayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn;
Qünki dǝrdlǝrdin jenim toyƣan, Ⱨayatim tǝⱨtisaraƣa yeⱪinlaxⱪan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no strength:
Ⱨangƣa qüxüwatⱪanlar ⱪatarida ⱨesablinimǝn; Küq-madari ⱪuruƣan adǝmdǝk bolup ⱪaldim.
5 Prostrate among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave; whom thou rememberest no more, and who are cut off from thy hand.
Ɵlüklǝr arisiƣa taxlanƣanmǝn, Ⱪirilip ⱪǝbridǝ yatⱪanlardǝk; Sǝn ularni yǝnǝ ǝslimǝysǝn, Ular ⱪolungdin üzüp elinip yiraⱪ ⱪilinƣan.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in dark places, in the deeps.
Sǝn meni ⱨangning ǝng tegigǝ, Zulmǝtlik jaylarƣa, dengizning qongⱪur yǝrlirigǝ qɵmdürdüng.
7 Thy fury lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted [me] with all thy waves. (Selah)
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümgǝ eƣir yüktǝk basti, Barliⱪ dolⱪunliring bilǝn meni ⱪiyniding.
8 Thou hast put my familiar friends far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
Mǝndin dost-buradǝrlirimni yiraⱪlaxturdung; Ularni mǝndin yirgǝndürdüng; Mǝn ⱪamalƣanmǝn, ⱨeq qiⱪalmaymǝn.
9 Mine eye consumeth by reason of affliction. Upon thee, Jehovah, have I called every day; I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
Kɵzlirim azab-oⱪubǝttin hirǝlǝxti; Ⱨǝr küni Sanga nida ⱪilimǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ⱪollirimni Sanga kɵtürüp kǝldim.
10 Wilt thou do wonders to the dead? shall the shades arise and praise thee? (Selah)
Ɵlüklǝrgǝ mɵjizǝ kɵrsitǝrsǝnmu? Mǝrⱨumlar ornidin turup Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytarmu?
11 Shall thy loving-kindness be declared in the grave? thy faithfulness in Destruction?
Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱪǝbridǝ bayan ⱪilinarmu? Ⱨalakǝt diyarida sadiⱪliⱪ-ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting mahtilarmu?
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Karamǝtliring zülmǝttǝ tonularmu? Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing «untulux zemini»dǝ bilinǝrmu?
13 But as for me, Jehovah, I cry unto thee, and in the morning my prayer cometh before thee.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam, Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sanga pǝryad kɵtürimǝn, Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ duayim aldingƣa kiridu.
14 Why, O Jehovah, castest thou off my soul? [why] hidest thou thy face from me?
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nemigǝ jenimni taxliwǝtting? Nemigǝ jamalingni mǝndin yoxurdung?
15 I am afflicted and expiring from my youth up; I suffer thy terrors, [and] I am distracted.
Yaxliⱪimdin tartip mǝn ezilgǝn, bimardurmǝn; Wǝⱨxǝtliringni kɵrüwerip ⱨeq ⱨalim ⱪalmidi.
16 Thy fierce anger hath gone over me; thy terrors have brought me to nought:
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümdin ɵtti; Wǝⱨimiliring meni nabut ⱪildi.
17 They have surrounded me all the day like water; they have compassed me about together.
Ular kün boyi taxⱪin suliridǝk meni orawaldi, Tamamǝn meni qɵmdürdi.
18 Lover and associate hast thou put far from me: my familiar friends are darkness.
Jan dostlirimni, aƣinilirimni meningdin yiraⱪlaxturdung, Mening ǝziz dostum bolsa ⱪarangƣuluⱪtur!
