Psalms 102
1 A prayer from someone who is suffering and is tired out, pouring out their troubles to the Lord. Lord please hear my prayer, my cry for help!
Ezilgǝnning duasi: U ⱨalidin kǝtkǝndǝ, dad-pǝryadini Pǝrwǝrdigar aldiƣa tɵkkǝndǝ: — Duayimni angliƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Pǝryadim aldingƣa yetip kirsun!
2 Don't hide your face from me in my time of trouble! Turn and listen to me, and answer me quickly when I call.
Yüzüngni mǝndin ⱪaqurmiƣaysǝn; Ⱪisilƣan künümdǝ manga ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn; Mǝn nida ⱪilƣan kündǝ, manga tez jawab bǝrgin!
3 My life is disappearing like smoke; my body feels like it's on fire!
Mana, künlirim is-tütǝktǝk tügǝp ketidu, Ustihanlirim otun-qoƣlarƣa ohxax kɵydi!
4 I'm like grass that's dried up, withered away—I even forget to eat!
Yürikim zǝhmǝ yǝp qɵplǝr hazan bolƣandǝk ⱪurup kǝtti, Ⱨǝtta nenimni yeyixni untudum.
5 All my groaning has worn me out; my bones show through my skin.
Mǝn aⱨu-zar tartⱪanliⱪimdin, Ətlirim süngǝklirimgǝ qaplixip ⱪaldi.
6 I'm like a desert owl, like a little owl among the ruins.
Qɵl-bayawandiki saⱪiyⱪuxtǝk, Wǝyranqiliⱪta ⱪonup yürgǝn ⱨuwⱪuxⱪa ohxaymǝn.
7 I can't sleep. I'm like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
Uhlimay sǝgǝk turup kɵzǝttimǝn; Ɵgzidǝ yalƣuz ⱪalƣan ⱪuxⱪaq kǝbimǝn.
8 My enemies taunt me all day long. They mock me and swear at me.
Düxmǝnlirim kün boyi meni mǝshirǝ ⱪilmaⱪta, Meni ⱨaⱪarǝtligǝnlǝr ismimni lǝnǝt ornida ixlǝtmǝktǝ.
9 Ashes are the food I eat; my tears drip into my drink,
Ⱪǝⱨring ⱨǝm aqqiⱪing tüpǝylidin, Külni nan dǝp yǝwatimǝn, Iqimlikimni kɵz yexim bilǝn arilaxturimǝn; Qünki Sǝn meni kɵtürüp, andin yǝrgǝ urdung.
10 because of your anger and hostility, for you have picked me up and tossed me away.
11 My life is fading away like a shadow that lengthens—I'm withering away like grass.
Künlirim ⱪuyax uzartⱪan kɵlǝnggidǝk yoⱪulay dǝp ⱪaldi, Ɵzüm bolsam qɵplǝr hazan bolƣandǝk ⱪurup kǝttim.
12 But you, Lord, reign forever, your fame will last for all generations.
Lekin Sǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝbǝdiy turisǝn, Sening nam-xɵⱨriting dǝwrdin-dǝwrgiqidur.
13 You will take action and have pity on Jerusalem, for it's time to be kind to the city, the time has come.
Sǝn ornungdin turisǝn, Zionƣa rǝⱨim ⱪilisǝn; Qünki uningƣa xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsitix waⱪti kǝldi, Ⱨǝ, waⱪit-saiti yetip kǝldi!
14 For the people who follow you love its stones; they value even its dust!
Qünki ⱪulliring uning taxliridin hursǝnlik tapidu, Ⱨǝm tupriⱪiƣimu iqini aƣritidu;
15 Then the nations will be in awe of who you are, Lord; all the kings of the earth will be in awe of your glory.
Əllǝr Pǝrwǝrdigarning namidin, Yǝr yüzidiki xaⱨlar xan-xǝripingdin ǝyminidu.
16 For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem; he will appear in glory.
Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigar Zionni ⱪaytidin ⱪurƣanda, U Ɵz xan-xǝripidǝ kɵrünidu!
17 He will pay attention to the prayers of the homeless; he will not disregard their requests.
U ƣerib-miskinning duasiƣa etibar beridu; Ularning duasini ⱨǝrgiz kǝmsitmǝydu.
18 Let this be recorded for generations to come, so that people yet to be born may praise the Lord:
Bular kǝlgüsi bir ǝwlad üqün hatirilinidu; Xuning bilǝn kǝlgüsidǝ yaritilidiƣan bir hǝlⱪ Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu;
19 The Lord looked down from above, from the heights of his holy place; he looked down from heaven to the earth,
Qünki U ǝsirlǝrning aⱨ-zarlirini anglay dǝp, Ɵlümgǝ buyrulƣanlarni azad ⱪilay dǝp, Egizdiki muⱪǝddǝs jayidin engixip nǝzǝr saldi, Ərxlǝrdin Pǝrwǝrdigar yǝrgǝ ⱪaridi;
20 to respond to the groans of prisoners, to set free the children of death.
21 As a result the wonderful nature of the Lord will be celebrated with praise in Jerusalem,
Xundaⱪ ⱪilip, ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmitidǝ bolayli degǝndǝ, Yǝni ǝl-mǝmlikǝtlǝr jǝm yiƣilƣan waⱪtida — Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami Zionda, Uning xǝrǝpliri Yerusalemda jakarlinidu!
22 when the people of many kingdoms gather together to worship the Lord.
23 But as for me, he broke my health while I was still young, cutting my life short.
Biraⱪ U meni yolda maƣdursizlandurup, Künlirimni ⱪisⱪartti.
24 I cried out, “My God, don't take my life while I'm young! You are the one who lives forever.
Mǝn: «Tǝngrim, ɵmrümning yerimida meni elip kǝtmǝ!» — dedim. — «Sening yilliring dǝwrdin dǝwrgiqidur,
25 Long ago you created the earth; you made the heavens.
Sǝn yǝrni ǝlmisaⱪtinla bǝrpa ⱪilƣansǝn, Asmanlarni ⱨǝm ⱪolliring yasiƣandur;
26 They will come to an end, but you will not. They will all wear out, like clothes—you will change them, and throw them away.
Ular yoⱪ bolup ketidu, Biraⱪ Sǝn dawamliⱪ turiwerisǝn; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi kiyimdǝk konirap ketidu; Ularni kona ton kǝbi almaxtursang, Xunda ular kiyim-keqǝk yǝnggüxlǝngǝndǝk yǝnggüxlinidu.
27 But you are the one who always is; your years never come to an end.
Biraⱪ Sǝn ɵzgǝrmigüqidursǝn, Yilliringning tamami yoⱪtur.
28 Our children will live with you, and our children's children will grow in your presence.”
Ⱪulliringning balilirimu turiweridu, Ularning ǝwladi ⱨuzuringda mǝzmut yaxaydu!».
