< Psalms 41 >
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. How happy are those who take care of the poor! When they are in trouble the Lord will save them.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ƣerib-ajizlarƣa ƣǝmhorluⱪ ⱪilƣan kixi nǝⱪǝdǝr bǝhtlik-ⱨǝ! Eƣir künlǝrdǝ Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa panaⱨ bolidu.
2 The Lord protects them and keeps them alive. They will live happily in the land, and they will not be handed over to their enemies.
Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪoƣdap, uni aman saⱪlaydu; U zeminda turup bǝhtiyar yaxaydu; Sǝn uni düxmǝnlirining ihtiyariƣa qüxürmǝysǝn!
3 The Lord looks after them when they're sick; he makes them well from their illness.
Orun tutup zǝiplixip yatⱪinida, Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa dǝrman bolidu; Sǝn uning yatⱪan orun-kɵrpilirini raslap tüzǝxtürüp turisǝn.
4 “Lord, please be gracious to me,” I asked. “Please heal me, for I have sinned against you.”
Mǝn iltija ⱪilip: — «I Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn, Jenimƣa xipaliⱪ bǝrgǝysǝn; Qünki mǝn aldingda gunaⱨ ⱪildim» — dedim.
5 Those who hate me only say evil things about me. “When is he going to die, and people forget all about him?” they ask.
Düxmǝnlirim mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «U ⱪaqanmu ɵlüp, nami-nǝsli ⱪurup ketǝr?» — dǝp manga yamanliⱪ tilǝydu.
6 They come to visit me, but their sympathy is not sincere. They're only interested in the bad news, which they spread around as soon as they leave.
Birsi meni kɵrgili kǝlgǝn bolsa, U aldamqi sɵzlǝrni ⱪilidu; Ular kǝynimdin kɵnglidǝ xumluⱪ toplap, Andin sirtlarƣa qiⱪip xu ixlarni tarⱪitip po atidu;
7 All who hate me talk in whispers about my condition, hoping for the worst.
Manga ɵq bolƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi manga ⱪarita ɵzara kusurlixidu, Ular manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪǝstidǝ bolidu.
8 “He's been cursed with some terrible disease,” they say. “Now he's bed-ridden he'll never recover!”
Ular: «Uning bexiƣa jin-xǝytandin bir kesǝl qaplaxti; Əmdi u orun tutup yetip ⱪaldi; U ⱪaytidin turalmaydu» — deyixidu.
9 Even my best friend, the one I trusted, who shared meals with me—even he has turned against me.
Ⱨǝtta sirdixim dǝp ixǝngǝn ⱪǝdinas dostum, Mǝn bilǝn ⱨǝmdastihan bolup tuzumni yegǝnmu manga put atti.
10 But you Lord, please be gracious to me, make me well so I can repay them!
Biraⱪ Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga rǝⱨim ⱪilƣaysǝn; Düxmǝnlirimdin intiⱪam elixⱪa, Meni turƣuzƣaysǝn;
11 I know you are pleased with me because you have not let my enemies win and shout in triumph over me.
Düxminimning üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilip xadlanmiƣinidin, Seni mǝndin sɵyünidu, dǝp bilimǝn.
12 You have supported me because of my integrity, you have brought me into your presence forever.
Biraⱪ manga kǝlsǝk, durus bolƣanliⱪimdin, sǝn meni yɵlǝysǝn; Sǝn meni mǝnggü Ɵz ⱨuzurungda ⱪǝd kɵtürütküzüp turƣuzisǝn.
13 Praise the Lord, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen and amen!
Israilning Hudasi Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulƣay! Amin! Amin!