Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigarni bashpanahim qildim; Emdi siler qandaqmu manga: «Qushtek öz téghinggha uchup qach!

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

Chünki mana, reziller kamanni tartip, Qarangghuluqtin köngli duruslargha qaritip atmaqchi bolup, Ular oqni kirichqa sélip qoydi;

3 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

«Ullar halak qilinsa, Emdi heqqaniylar némimu qilar?»» — dewatisiler?

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

Perwerdigar Özining muqeddes ibadetxanisididur, Perwerdigarning texti asmanlardidur; U nezer salidu, Uning sezgür közliri insan balilirini közitip, sinaydu.

5 The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

Perwerdigar heqqaniy ademni sinaydu; Rezillerge we zorawanliqqa xushtarlargha u ich-ichidin nepretlinidu.

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

U rezillerge qapqanlar, ot we günggürtni yaghduridu; Pizhghirim qiziq shamal ularning qedehidiki nésiwisi bolidu.

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

Chünki Perwerdigar heqqaniydur; Heqqaniyliq Uning amriqidur; Köngli duruslar Uning didarini köridu.