Psalms 140
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. Lord, please save me from those who do evil; protect me especially from those who are violent!
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Rǝzil adǝmdin, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni azad ⱪilƣaysǝn; Zorawan kixidin meni saⱪliƣaysǝn.
2 Their minds are busy plotting evil things, stirring up trouble all day long.
Ular kɵnglidǝ yamanliⱪlarni oylimaⱪta; Ular ⱨǝr küni jǝm boluxup urux qiⱪarmaⱪqi.
3 Their tongues are as sharp as those of snakes; viper's venom is on their lips. (Selah)
Tilini yilanningkidǝk ittik ⱪilidu; Kobra yilanning zǝⱨiri lǝwliri astida turidu; (Selaⱨ)
4 Lord, please keep me from falling into the hands of the wicked; protect me especially from those who are violent, who are plotting my downfall.
Rǝzil adǝmning ⱪolliridin meni aman ⱪiliƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Putlirimni putlaxni ⱪǝstlǝydiƣan zorawan kixidin saⱪliƣaysǝn.
5 Proud people have hidden a trap for me—they have strung out a net on the path, they have set snares to catch me. (Selah)
Tǝkǝbburlar mǝn üqün ⱪiltaⱪ, tanilarni yoxurup tǝyyarlidi; Yol boyida tor yaydi, Mǝn üqün tuzaⱪlarni saldi; (Selaⱨ)
6 I told the Lord, “You are my God! Lord, please listen to my cries for help!”
Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa: «Sǝn mening Tǝngrimdursǝn» — dedim; Yelinixlirim sadasiƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar;
7 Lord God, my powerful Savior, you covered my head like a helmet on the day of battle.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Rǝb nijatliⱪimning küqidur; Sǝn jǝng künidǝ beximni yepip ⱪoƣdiƣansǝn.
8 God, don't allow the wicked to get what they want—don't let them be successful in what they plan so they don't become proud. (Selah)
Rǝzil adǝmning ümidini ijabǝt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Ularning ⱨiylilirini aⱪⱪuzmiƣaysǝn; Bolmisa ɵzlirini qong tutuwalidu. (Selaⱨ)
9 May the harm spoken against me by those who surround me fall back on them,
Meni ⱪorxiwalƣanlarning bolsa, Lǝwliridin qiⱪⱪan xumluⱪ ularning ɵz bexiƣa qüxsun;
10 Let burning coals rain down on them! Let them be thrown into the fire, or into bottomless pits, never to rise again.
Üstigǝ qoƣlar yaƣdurulsun; Ular otⱪa, Ⱪaytidin qiⱪalmiƣudǝk ⱨanglarƣa taxliwetilsun;
11 Don't let people who slander others live in our land. May disaster strike down violent people.
Tili qeⱪimqi adǝmning yǝr yüzidǝ orni bolmisun; Balayi’apǝt zorawanlarni tügǝxküqǝ owlaydu;
12 Yet I know the Lord defends the rights of those who are persecuted, and gives justice to the poor.
Mǝn bilimǝnki, Pǝrwǝrdigar ezilgǝnlǝrning dǝwasini soraydu, Yoⱪsulning ⱨǝⱪⱪini elip beridu;
13 Truly those who live right are thankful for the kind of person you are, and those who are honest will live in your presence.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar namingƣa tǝxǝkkür eytidu; Kɵngli duruslar ⱨuzurungda yaxaydu.
