Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
Dawut ɵz oƣli Abxalomdin ⱪeqip yürgǝn künlǝrdǝ yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni ⱪistawatⱪanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵpiyip kǝtkǝn, Mǝn bilǝn ⱪarxilixiwatⱪanlar nemidegǝn kɵp!
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Nurƣunlar mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «Hudadin uningƣa ⱨeq nijat yoⱪtur!» deyixiwatidu. (Selaⱨ)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Biraⱪ Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝtrapimdiki ⱪalⱪandursǝn; Xan-xǝripim ⱨǝm beximni yɵligüqidursǝn!
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Awazim bilǝn mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪilimǝn, U muⱪǝddǝs teƣidin ijabǝt beridu. (Selaⱨ)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Mǝn bolsam yattim, uhlidim; Oyƣandim, qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yar-yɵlǝk bolidu.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Meni ⱪorxap sǝp tüzgǝn tümǝnligǝn adǝmlǝr bolsimu, Mǝn ulardin ⱪorⱪmaymǝn!
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin tur! Meni ⱪutⱪuz, i Hudayim! Mening barliⱪ düxmǝnlirimning tǝstikigǝ salƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning qixlirini qeⱪiwǝtkǝysǝn!
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Nijatliⱪ bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Bǝrikiting Ɵz hǝlⱪingdǝ bolsun! (Selaⱨ)
