Psalms 141
1 A Psalme of David. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝn Sanga nida ⱪildim; Yenimƣa tezdin kǝlgǝysǝn; Sanga nida ⱪilƣinimda awazimni angliƣaysǝn.
2 Let my prayer be directed in thy sight as incense, and the lifting vp of mine hands as an euening sacrifice.
Duayimni angliƣiningda, Sanga sunulƣan huxbuydǝk yeⱪimliⱪ bolsun, Ⱪolumning kɵtürülüxi sunulƣan kǝqlik ⱪurbanliⱪtǝk ⱪobul bolsun.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keepe the doore of my lips.
Aƣzim aldida kɵzǝtqi turƣuzƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Lǝwlirim dǝrwazisini saⱪliƣaysǝn;
4 Incline not mine heart to euill, that I should commit wicked workes with men that worke iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.
Kɵnglümni ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yaman ixⱪa, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarƣa xerik bolup, rǝzillik ⱪilixⱪa mayil ⱪilmiƣaysǝn. Meni ularning nemǝtliridin ⱨeq yegüzmigǝysǝn!
5 Let the righteous smite me: for that is a benefite: and let him reprooue me, and it shalbe a precious oyle, that shall not breake mine head: for within a while I shall euen pray in their miseries.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm meni ursun — Bu manga meⱨribanliⱪtur; Manga tǝnbiⱨ bǝrsun — Bu bolsa, bexim rǝt ⱪilmaydiƣan, ⱪuyulƣan esil maydǝk bolidu. Qünki mening duayim yǝnila xularning rǝzilliklirigǝ ⱪarxi bolidu.
6 When their iudges shall be cast downe in stonie places, they shall heare my wordes, for they are sweete.
Ularning ⱨakimliri tik yarlardin taxliwetilgǝndǝ, [Hǝlⱪ] mening sɵzlirimni anglaydu; Qünki bu sɵzlǝr xerindur.
7 Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Birsi otun yarƣanda yǝrgǝ qeqilƣan yerindilardǝk, Mana, ustihanlirimiz tǝⱨtisara ixiki aldida qeqiwetildi; (Sheol h7585)
8 But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, kɵzlirim Sangila tikilip ⱪaraydu, Pǝrwǝrdigar Rǝbbim; Sanga tayinimǝn; Jenimni harab ⱪilip taxliwǝtmigǝysǝn.
9 Keepe me from the snare, which they haue layde for me, and from the grennes of the workers of iniquitie.
Ularning manga salƣan ⱪiltiⱪidin, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarning tuzaⱪliridin meni saⱪliƣaysǝn;
10 Let the wicked fall into his nettes together, whiles I escape.
Rǝzillǝr ɵzining torliriƣa yiⱪilsun, Mǝn bolsam — ɵtüp ketimǝn.
