Psalms 60
1 Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine, When he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal and Joab returned and slew of Edom, in the vale of the saltpits, twelve thousand men. O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.
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 moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.
Sen zéminni tewritip yériwetkeniding; Emdi uning bösüklirini saqaytqaysen; Chünki u deldengship ketti!
3 Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.
Sen Öz xelqingge külpet-xarliqlarni körgüzdüng; Sen bizge alaqzadilikning sharabini ichküzdüng.
4 Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.
Sen Özüngdin eyminidighanlargha tugh tiklep bergensen; U heqiqetni ayan qilishqa kötürülidu. (Sélah)
5 Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.
Öz söygenliring nijatliq tépishi üchün, Ong qolung bilen qutquzghaysen, [Duayimni] ijabet qilghaysen.
6 God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
Xuda Öz pak-muqeddeslikide shundaq dégen: — «Men tentene qilimen, Men Shekem diyarini bölüp bérimen, Sukkot wadisini [teqsim qilishqa] ölcheymen.
7 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:
Giléad Manga mensuptur, Manassehmu Manga mensuptur; Efraim bolsa béshimdiki dubulghamdur, Yehuda Méning emr-perman chiqarghuchimdur;
8 Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.
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 into Edom?
Kim Méni bu mustehkem sheherge bashlap kirelisun? Kim Méni Édomgha élip baralisun?
10 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?
I Xuda, Sen bizni rasttinla chetke qaqtingmu? Qoshunlirimiz bilen bille jengge chiqmamsen?
11 Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.
Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
12 Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.
Xuda arqiliq biz choqum baturluq körsitimiz; Bizge zulum qilghuchilarni cheyligüchi del U Özidur!
