Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Némishqa, i Perwerdigar, yiraqta turisen? Némishqa azabliq künlerde özüngni yoshurisen?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Rezil ademler tekebburluqi bilen ajiz möminlerni tap basturup qoghlap yüridu; Ular özliri tapqan hiyliler bilen ilinip, bablinidu.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Chünki reziller öz arzu-hewesliri bilen maxtinidu; Ach közler üchün bext tileydu; Perwerdigarni bolsa közige ilmaydu.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Ular chirayidin hakawurluq yaghdurup, Xudani izdimeydu; Ular barliq xiyallirida: «Héchbir Xuda yoqtur!» deydu.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Ularning yolliri hemishe rawan bolidu; Séning hökümliring ularning neziridin yiraq we üstün turidu; Ularning reqibliri bolsa, ulargha qarap «tüfi!» dep mazaq qilidu.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
[Rezil adem] könglide: «Men héch tewrenmey turiwérimen! Dewrdin-dewrge héch musheqqetke uchrimaymen» — deydu.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Uning aghzi qarghash, aldamchiliq hem zulumgha tolghan; Tili astida eskilik we qebihlik yatidu.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
U mehellilerde yoshurunche marap olturidu; U pinhan jaylarda gunahsizlarni öltürüwétidu; Közliri yoqsullarni közleydu;
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
U chatqalliqida yatqan shirdek yoshurunche paylap yatidu; U möminlerni tutuwélish üchün yoshurunche marap yatidu; Möminlerni tutuwélip, ularni öz torigha chüshüridu.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
[Yoqsullar] ézilidu, pükülidu; Derdmenler uning yawuzluqliri bilen yiqilidu.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
U könglide: «Tengri buni untup qaldi, U yüzini yépiwélip, qarimaydu; Buni hergiz körmeydu» — deydu.
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Ornungdin turghin, i Perwerdigar; I Tengrim, qolungni kötürgin; Ézilgen möminlerni untuma!
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Rezil adem némishqa [Sen] Xudani közige ilmaydu? U könglide: «[Xuda] buni sürüshtürmeydu!» — deydu.
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Sen buni körgensen; Sen Öz qolung bilen yamanliq hem zulumni özlirige qayturush üchün, Özüng bularni közlep yürisen; Derdmenler özlirini Sanga amanet qilidu; Chünki Sen yétim-yésirlerge yar-yölek bolup kelgensen;
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Rezil, yaman ademning bilikini sunduruwetkeysen; Uning rezillikini birmubir sürüshtürüp, üzül-késil yoqatqaysen.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Perwerdigar ebedil’ebedgiche padishahdur; [Imansiz] eller bolsa [Perwerdigarning] zéminidin yoqilar.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Perwerdigar, Sen ajiz möminlerning armanlirini anglaysen; Ularning dilini toq qilisen;
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Yétim-yésirlar we ézilgüchiler üchün adaletni yaqlap, Yer yüzidiki insanlarning [ajiz-möminlerge] qaytidin wehime salghuchi bolmasliqi üchün, Quliqingni ding tutisen.
