Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ⱪollirimƣa jǝng ⱪilixni, Barmaⱪlirimƣa uruxni ɵgitidiƣan, Mening Ⱪoram Texim Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulsun!
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
Mening ɵzgǝrmǝs xǝpⱪitim wǝ mening ⱪorƣinim, Mening egiz munarim wǝ nijatkarim, Mening ⱪalⱪinim wǝ tayanƣinim, mǝn Uningdin ⱨimayǝ tapimǝn; U Ɵz hǝlⱪimni ⱪol astimda boysundurƣuqidur!
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn uningdin hǝwǝr alidikǝnsǝn, adǝm degǝn zadi nemǝ? Uning toƣruluⱪ oylaydikǝnsǝn, insan balisi degǝn nemǝ?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Adǝm bolsa bir nǝpǝsturla, halas; Uning künliri ɵtüp ketiwatⱪan bir kɵlǝnggidur, halas.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, asmanlarni egildürüp qüxkǝysǝn; Taƣlarƣa tegip ulardin is-tütǝk qiⱪarƣaysǝn;
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
Qaⱪmaⱪlarni qaⱪⱪuzup ularni tarⱪitiwǝtkǝysǝn; Oⱪliringni etip ularni ⱪiyⱪas-sürǝngǝ salƣaysǝn;
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Yuⱪiridin ⱪolliringni uzitip, Meni azad ⱪilƣaysǝn; Meni uluƣ sulardin, Yaⱪa yurttikilǝrning qanggilidin qiⱪarƣaysǝn.
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Ularning aƣzi ⱪuruⱪ gǝp sɵzlǝydu, Ong ⱪoli aldamqi ⱪoldur.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
I Huda, mǝn Sanga atap yengi nahxa eytimǝn; Ontarƣa tǝngkǝx bolup Sanga küylǝrni eytimǝn.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Sǝn padixaⱨlarƣa nijatliⱪ-ƣǝlibǝ beƣixlaysǝn; Ⱪulung Dawutni ǝjǝllik ⱪiliqtin ⱪutuldurisǝn.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
Meni ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn, yat yurttikilǝrning ⱪolidin azad ⱪilƣaysǝn; Ularning aƣzi ⱪuruⱪ gǝp sɵzlǝydu, Ong ⱪoli aldamqi ⱪoldur.
12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
Xundaⱪ ⱪilip oƣullirimiz yaxliⱪida puhta yetilgǝn kɵqǝtlǝrgǝ ohxaydu, Ⱪizlirimiz ordiqǝ nǝⱪixlǝngǝn tüwrüklǝrdǝk bolidu;
13 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
Axliⱪ ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuⱪlar bilǝn tǝminlǝydiƣan, Ⱪoylirimiz otlaⱪlirimizda minglap, tümǝnlǝp ⱪozilaydiƣan;
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
Kalilirimiz boƣaz bolidiƣan; Ⱨeqkim besip kirmǝydiƣan, ⱨeqkim [jǝnggǝ] qiⱪmaydiƣan; Koqilirimizda ⱨeq jedǝl-ƣowƣa bolmaydiƣan;
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Əⱨwali xundaⱪ bolƣan hǝlⱪ nemidegǝn bǝhtliktur! Hudasi Pǝrwǝrdigar bolƣan hǝlⱪ bǝhtliktur!
