Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, shéminit bilen oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Qutquzghaysen, Perwerdigar, chünki ixlasmen adem tügep ketti; Ademler arisidin sadiq möminler ghayip boldi.

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

Herbirsi öz yéqinlirigha yalghan éytidu; Xushametchi lewlerde, aliköngüllük bilen sözlishidu.

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

Perwerdigar barliq xushametchi lewlerni, Hakawurlarche sözleydighan tilni késiwetkey!

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

Ular: «Tilimiz bilen ghelibe qilimiz; Lewlirimiz bolsa özimizningkidur; Kim bizge Reb bolalisun?» — deydu.

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

«Ézilgüchi ajizlarni basqan zulum wejidin, Miskinlerning ahuzarliri wejidin, Hazirla ornumdin turay» — deydu Perwerdigar, «Men ulargha, ular zariqip kütken azadliqni yetküzimen».

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

Perwerdigarning sözliri bolsa sap sözlerdur; Ular yette qétim saplashturulghan, Sapal qazanda tawlan’ghan kümüshtektur.

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

Sen Perwerdigar, ularni saqlaysen; Sen [möminlerni] mushu dewrdin menggüge qoghdaysen;

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

[Chünki] rezil ademler heryanda ghadiyip yürüshidu, Peskeshlik insan baliliri arisida aliyjanabliq dep maxtalmaqta!