Psalms 39
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexi Yǝdutunƣa tapxurulƣan, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Tilim gunaⱨ ⱪilmisun dǝp, Yollirimƣa diⱪⱪǝt ⱪilimǝn; Rǝzillǝr kɵz aldimda bolsa, mǝn aƣzimƣa bir kɵxǝk salimǝn» — degǝnidim.
2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
Mǝn süküt ⱪilip, zuwan sürmidim, Ⱨǝtta yahxiliⱪ toƣrisidiki sɵzlǝrnimu aƣzimdin qiⱪarmidim; Biraⱪ dil azabim tehimu ⱪozƣaldi.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
Kɵnglümdǝ zǝrdǝm ⱪaynidi, Oylanƣanseri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ihtiyarsiz sɵzlǝp kǝtti.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵz ǝjilimni, Künlirimning ⱪanqilik ikǝnlikini manga ayan ⱪilƣin; Ajiz insan balisi ikǝnlikimni manga bildürgin.
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
Mana, Sǝn künlirimni pǝⱪǝt nǝqqǝ ƣeriqla ⱪilding, Sening aldingda ɵmrüm yoⱪ ⱨesabididur. Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, barliⱪ insanlar tik tursimu, pǝⱪǝt bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir insanning ⱨayati huddi bir kɵlǝnggidur, Ularning aldirap-saldiraxliri biⱨudǝ awariqiliktur; Ular bayliⱪlarni toplaydu, lekin keyin bu bayliⱪlarni kimning ⱪoliƣa juƣlinidiƣanliⱪini bilmǝydu.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
I Rǝb, ǝmdi mǝn nemini kütimǝn? Mening ümidim sangila baƣliⱪtur.
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Meni barliⱪ asiyliⱪlirimdin ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Meni ⱨamaⱪǝtlǝrning mǝshirisigǝ ⱪaldurmiƣaysǝn.
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
Süküt ⱪilip zuwan sürmidim; Qünki mana, muxu [jazani] Ɵzüng yürgüzgǝnsǝn.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Meni salƣan wabayingni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝn; Qünki ⱪolungning zǝrbisi bilǝn tügixǝy dǝp ⱪaldim.
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
Sǝn tǝnbiⱨliring bilǝn kixini ɵz yamanliⱪi üqün tǝrbiyiliginingdǝ, Sǝn huddi nǝrsilǝrgǝ küyǝ ⱪurti qüxkǝndǝk, uning izzǝt-ƣururini yoⱪ ⱪiliwetisǝn; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir adǝm bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn, Pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! Kɵz yaxlirimƣa süküt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn! Qünki mǝn pütkül ata-bowilirimdǝk, Sening aldingda yaⱪa yurtluⱪ, musapirmǝn, halas!
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
Manga tikkǝn kɵzüngni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝnki, Mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs jayƣa kǝtküqǝ, Meni bir’az bolsimu raⱨǝttin bǝⱨrimǝn ⱪilƣaysǝn.
