Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, through every generation, you have been “home” for us!
Xudaning adimi bolghan Musaning duasi: — Ya Rebbim, Sen barliq dewrde bizge makan bolup kéliwatisen;
2 Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the universe, from eternity past to eternity future, you are God.
Taghlar wujudqa kelmestin burun, Sen yer we alemni shekillendürmestin burun, Ezeldin ebedgiche Tengridursen.
3 You turn people back into dust, saying, “Return to dust, human beings.”
Sen insanni tupraqqa aylandurup: — «Hey, insan baliliri, qaytinglar!» — deysen.
4 In your eyes, a thousand years are like a day that's already gone; like a few passing hours of the night.
Mana, Séning neziringde ming yil — Ötüp ketken tünügünki bir kün, Tündiki bir jésektur, xalas.
5 You bring people's lives to a sudden end, like dreams that vanish. They are like grass that grows up in the morning—
Sen ademlerni su tashqinidek élip kétisen, Ular ötüp ketken bir uyqudek, Tang seherde ünüp chiqqan ot-chöpke oxshaydu —
6 it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.
Etigende ular kökirip ünidu, Kéchisi bolsa késilip, soliship kéter.
7 We are burned up by your anger, terrified by your fury.
Chünki biz gheziping bilen yoqaymiz, Qehring bilen dekke-dükkide qalimiz.
8 You have set out our sins before you—our secret sins are visible in the light of your presence.
Sen qebihliklirimizni köz aldinggha, Yoshurun qilmishlirimizni jamalingning nuri aldigha qoydung.
9 Our lives fade away under your anger, coming to an end as quickly as a sigh.
Barliq künlirimiz dergheziping astida ötüp kétidu, Yillirimizni bir uh tartish bilenla tügitimiz.
10 We live for seventy years—eighty if we have the strength. But even in the prime of life all that we have is hardship and suffering. Soon our lives are over and we're gone.
Ömrimizning yilliri yetmish yil, Maghdurimiz bar bolsa seksen yil; Biraq ularning pexri japa we bihudiliktur; Hayat tézlik bilen üzer, Mana, biz uchup kettuq.
11 Who can know the power of your anger? Who understands your fury so you can be shown reverence?
Sanga bolghan hörmet-eyminishning az-köplükige qarap hésablinidighan, Achchiqingning shidditini kim bilsun?
12 Teach us to value every one of our days so we can live wisely!
Shunga könglimizni danaliqqa qoyushimiz üchün, Künlirimizni sanashni bizge ögetkeysen!
13 Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?
Yénimizgha qaytqaysen, i Perwerdigar, Séni qachan’ghiche...?! Qulliringgha rehim qilghaysen!
14 Show us every morning your trustworthy love so we may be happy, full of joy throughout our lives.
Bizni etigende özgermes muhebbiting bilen qandurghaysen; Undaqta barliq künlirimizde küylerni yangritip shadlinimiz.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you made us sad, for all the years we suffered!
Sen bizni japagha chömgen künlerge asasen, Külpetni körgen yillirimizgha asasen yene xursen qilghin!
16 May we, your servants, see you at work for us again; may our children see your glory.
Ulugh ishliring qulliringgha körün’gey, Shanu-shewkiting ularning oghullirighimu ashkara bolghay!
17 May our Lord God be pleased with us, blessing what we do, blessing what we do.
Perwerdigar Xudayimizning shérin merhemiti üstimizde bolghay, Qolimizning ishlirini üstimizge beriketlik qilghaysen, Berheq, qolimizning ishlirini beriketlik qilghaysen!
