Psalms 88
1 A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite. O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.
Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Maxalat-léanot» ahangida oqulsun dep, Ezraliq Héman yazghan «Masqil»: — I Perwerdigar, nijatliqim bolghan Xuda, Kéche-kündüz Sanga nale qilip keldim.
2 Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.
Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
Chünki derdlerdin jénim toyghan, Hayatim tehtisaragha yéqinlashqan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,
Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
5 Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
6 They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
7 Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
8 Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:
Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
9 My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.
Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
11 Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?
Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
13 But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.
Biraq men bolsam, Perwerdigar, Sanga peryad kötürimen, Tang seherde duayim aldinggha kiridu.
14 Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?
I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
15 I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.
Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
16 Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
17 They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.
Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
18 Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.
Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
