Psalms 11

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigarni bashpanahim qildim; Emdi siler qandaqmu manga: «Qushtek öz téghinggha uchup qach!

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

Chünki mana, reziller kamanni tartip, Qarangghuluqtin köngli duruslargha qaritip atmaqchi bolup, Ular oqni kirichqa sélip qoydi;

3 For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

«Ullar halak qilinsa, Emdi heqqaniylar némimu qilar?»» — dewatisiler?

4 The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

Perwerdigar Özining muqeddes ibadetxanisididur, Perwerdigarning texti asmanlardidur; U nezer salidu, Uning sezgür közliri insan balilirini közitip, sinaydu.

5 The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

Perwerdigar heqqaniy ademni sinaydu; Rezillerge we zorawanliqqa xushtarlargha u ich-ichidin nepretlinidu.

6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

U rezillerge qapqanlar, ot we günggürtni yaghduridu; Pizhghirim qiziq shamal ularning qedehidiki nésiwisi bolidu.

7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

Chünki Perwerdigar heqqaniydur; Heqqaniyliq Uning amriqidur; Köngli duruslar Uning didarini köridu.