Psalms 139
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. O Lord, thou hast tried me and knowen me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn meni tǝkxürüp qiⱪting, Ⱨǝm meni bilip yǝtting;
2 Thou knowest my sitting and my rising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off.
Ɵzüng olturƣinimni, turƣinimnimu bilisǝn; Yiraⱪta turuⱪluⱪ kɵnglümdikini bilisǝn.
3 Thou compassest my pathes, and my lying downe, and art accustomed to all my wayes.
Basⱪan ⱪǝdǝmlirimni, yatⱪanlirimni ɵtkǝmǝngdin ɵtküzdung; Barliⱪ yollirim Sanga ayandur.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but loe, thou knowest it wholy, O Lord.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, tilimƣa bir sɵz kelǝ-kǝlmǝstinla, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Mana Sǝn buni ǝyni boyiqǝ bilmǝy ⱪalmaysǝn.
5 Thou holdest mee straite behinde and before, and layest thine hand vpon me.
Sǝn meni aldi-kǝynimdin orap turisǝn, Ⱪolungni mening üstümgǝ ⱪondurƣansǝn.
6 Thy knowledge is too wonderfull for mee: it is so high that I cannot attaine vnto it.
Bundaⱪ bilim manga xunqilik tilsimat bilinidu! Xundaⱪ yüksǝkki, mǝn uni bilip yetǝlmǝydikǝnmǝn.
7 Whither shall I goe from thy Spirite? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
Roⱨingdin neri boluxⱪa nǝlǝrgimu baralayttim? Ⱨuzurungdin ɵzümni ⱪaqurup nǝlǝrgǝ baralayttim?
Asmanlarƣa qiⱪsam, mana Sǝn axu yǝrdǝ; Tǝⱨtisarada orun salsammu, mana Sǝn xu yǝrdǝ; (Sheol h7585)
9 Let mee take the winges of the morning, and dwell in the vttermost parts of the sea:
Sǝⱨǝrning ⱪanatlirini elip uqup, Dengizning ǝng qǝt yǝrliridǝ tursam,
10 Yet thither shall thine hand leade me, and thy right hand holde me.
Ⱨǝtta axu jayda ⱪolung meni yetǝklǝydu, Ong ⱪolung meni yɵlǝydu.
11 If I say, Yet the darkenes shall hide me, euen the night shalbe light about me.
Mǝn: «Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ meni yapsa, Ətrapimdiki yoruⱪluⱪ qoⱪum keqǝ bolidu» — desǝm,
12 Yea, the darkenes hideth not from thee: but the night shineth as the day: the darkenes and light are both alike.
Ⱪarangƣuluⱪmu Sǝndin yoxurunalmaydu, Keqimu Sanga kündüzdǝk aydingdur, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪmu [Sanga] yoruⱪtǝktur.
13 For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
Bǝrⱨǝk, Sǝn mening iqlirimni yasiƣansǝn; Anamning ⱪorsiⱪida meni toⱪuƣansǝn;
14 I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderously made: marueilous are thy workes, and my soule knoweth it well.
Mǝn Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn, Qünki mǝn sürlük wǝ karamǝt yasalƣanmǝn; Sening ⱪilƣanliring karamǝt tilsimattur; Buni jenim obdan bilidu.
15 My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
Mǝn yoxurun jayda yasalƣinimda, Yǝr tǝgliridǝ ǝpqillik bilǝn toⱪulup xǝkillǝndürülginimdǝ, Ustihanlirim Sǝndin yoxurun ǝmǝs idi.
16 Thine eyes did see me, when I was without forme: for in thy booke were all things written, which in continuance were facioned, when there was none of them before.
Əzalirim tehi apiridǝ bolmiƣan künlǝrdǝ, Ular yasiliwatⱪan künlǝrdǝ, Kɵzüng tehi xǝkillǝnmigǝn jismimni kɵrüp yǝtkǝnidi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi alliburun dǝptiringdǝ yezilƣanidi.
17 Howe deare therefore are thy thoughtes vnto me, O God! how great is ye summe of them!
Aⱨ Tǝngrim, oyliring manga nǝⱪǝdǝr ⱪimmǝtliktur! Ularning yiƣindisi xunqǝ zordur!
18 If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.
Ularni sanay desǝm, ular dengizdiki ⱪumlardinmu kɵptur; Uyⱪudin kɵzümni aqsam, mǝn yǝnila Sǝn bilǝn billidurmǝn!
19 Oh that thou wouldest slay, O God, the wicked and bloody men, to whom I say, Depart ye from mee:
Aⱨ, Sǝn rǝzillǝrni ɵltürüwǝtsǝng iding, i Huda! Ⱪanhor kixilǝr, mǝndin yiraⱪ bolux!
20 Which speake wickedly of thee, and being thine enemies are lifted vp in vaine.
Qünki ular Sening toƣruluⱪ ⱨiylilik bilǝn sɵzlǝydu; Sening xǝⱨǝrliring ular tǝripidin azduruldi.
21 Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and doe not I earnestly contend with those that rise vp against thee?
Sanga ɵqmǝn bolƣanlarƣa, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝnmu ɵqⱪu? Sanga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlarƣa mǝnmu yirginimǝnƣu?
22 I hate them with an vnfained hatred, as they were mine vtter enemies.
Ularƣa qix-tirniⱪimƣiqǝ ɵqturmǝn; Ularni ɵz düxmǝnlirim dǝp ⱨesablaymǝn.
23 Try mee, O God, and knowe mine heart: prooue me and know my thoughtes,
Meni kɵzitip tǝkxürgǝysǝn, i Tǝngrim! Mening ⱪǝlbimni bilip yǝtkǝysǝn! Meni sinap, ƣǝmlik oylirimni bilgǝysǝn;
24 And consider if there be any way of wickednes in me, and leade me in the way for euer.
Mǝndǝ [Ɵzünggǝ] azar bǝrgüdǝk yolning bar-yoⱪluⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn; Wǝ meni mǝnggülük yolungda yetǝkligǝysǝn!
