Psalms 144

1 Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

Dawut yazghan küy: — Qollirimgha jeng qilishni, Barmaqlirimgha urushni ögitidighan, Méning Qoram Téshim Perwerdigargha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!

2 My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

Méning özgermes shepqitim we méning qorghinim, Méning égiz munarim we nijatkarim, Méning qalqinim we tayan’ghinim, men Uningdin himaye tapimen; U Öz xelqimni qol astimda boysundurghuchidur!

3 Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

I Perwerdigar, Sen uningdin xewer alidikensen, adem dégen zadi néme? Uning toghruluq oylaydikensen, insan balisi dégen néme?

4 Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

Adem bolsa bir nepesturla, xalas; Uning künliri ötüp kétiwatqan bir kölenggidur, xalas.

5 Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

I Perwerdigar, asmanlarni égildürüp chüshkeysen; Taghlargha tégip ulardin is-tütek chiqarghaysen;

6 Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

Chaqmaqlarni chaqquzup ularni tarqitiwetkeysen; Oqliringni étip ularni qiyqas-süren’ge salghaysen;

7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

Yuqiridin qolliringni uzitip, Méni azad qilghaysen; Méni ulugh sulardin, Yaqa yurttikilerning changgilidin chiqarghaysen.

8 Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.

9 To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

I Xuda, men Sanga atap yéngi naxsha éytimen; Ontargha tengkesh bolup Sanga küylerni éytimen.

10 Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

Sen padishahlargha nijatliq-ghelibe béghishlaysen; Qulung Dawutni ejellik qilichtin qutuldurisen.

11 Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

Méni qutuldurghaysen, yat yurttikilerning qolidin azad qilghaysen; Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.

12 Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

Shundaq qilip oghullirimiz yashliqida puxta yétilgen köchetlerge oxshaydu, Qizlirimiz ordiche neqishlen’gen tüwrüklerdek bolidu;

13 Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

Ashliq ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuqlar bilen teminleydighan, Qoylirimiz otlaqlirimizda minglap, tümenlep qozilaydighan;

14 Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

Kalilirimiz boghaz bolidighan; Héchkim bésip kirmeydighan, héchkim [jengge] chiqmaydighan; Kochilirimizda héch jédel-ghowgha bolmaydighan;

15 They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.

Ehwali shundaq bolghan xelq némidégen bextliktur! Xudasi Perwerdigar bolghan xelq bextliktur!