Psalms 42
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan «Masⱪil»: — Keyik eriⱪlardiki suƣa tǝxna bolƣandǝk, Jenim sanga tǝxnadur, i Huda.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
Mening jenim Hudaƣa, ⱨayat Tǝngrigǝ intizardur; Aⱨ, mǝn ⱪaqanmu Hudaning ⱨuzurida kɵrünüxkǝ müyǝssǝr bolimǝn?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
Mening keqǝ-kündüz yeginim kɵz yaxlirim bolup kǝlgǝn; Hǝⱪlǝr kün boyi mǝndin: «Hudaying ⱪǝyǝrdǝ?» dǝp soraydu.
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
Ɵtkǝn künlǝrni ǝslǝp, Jenimning dǝrdlirini tɵküwatimǝn (Mǝn kɵpqilik bilǝn ketiwetip, Hudaning ɵyigǝ tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilip mengip, Huxalliⱪta Ⱨǝmdusana oⱪup, nahxa eytip, Ⱨeytni tǝbrikligǝn top-top ⱪoxundǝk, jamaǝt bilǝn billǝ barattim!).
5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
— I jenim, Sǝn tenimdǝ nemixⱪa bundaⱪ ⱪayƣurisǝn? Nemixⱪa iqimdǝ bundaⱪ mǝyüslinip kǝtting? Hudaƣa ümid baƣla; Qünki Uning jamalidin qiⱪⱪan nijatliⱪtin, Mǝn Uni yǝnila uluƣlaymǝn, — Mening Hudayimni!
6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
Jenim iqimdǝ mǝyüslinip kǝtti; Xunga mǝn Seni seƣinimǝn; Ⱨǝtta musapirliⱪta Iordan dǝryasi boyidiki wadilarda, Ⱨǝrmon taƣlirida, Mizar teƣidimu Seni seƣinimǝn.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
Sening xarⱪiratmiliringning awazliriƣa, Qongⱪur ⱨang bilǝn qongⱪur ⱨang maslixip ⱨɵrkirimǝktǝ. Sening ⱨǝmmǝ dolⱪunliring ⱨǝm ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliring meni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪildi.
8 The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
Kündüzi Pǝrwǝrdigar ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitini [manga] buyruydu, Keqiliri Uning nahxisi, Wǝ ⱨǝm ⱨayatim bolƣan Tǝngrigǝ ⱪilƣan dua manga ⱨǝmraⱨ bolidu.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
Mǝn Ⱪoram Texim bolƣan Hudaƣa: — «Meni nemixⱪa untup ⱪalding? Mǝn nemixⱪa düxmǝnning zulumiƣa uqrap, Ⱨǝmixǝ azab qekip yürüwatimǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
Sɵngǝklirimni ǝzgǝndǝk rǝⱪiblirim meni mǝshirǝ ⱪilip ǝyiblǝydu; Ular kün boyi mǝndin: «Hudaying ⱪǝyǝrdǝ?» — dǝp sorimaⱪta.
11 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
I jenim, tenimdǝ nemixⱪa bundaⱪ ⱪayƣurisǝn? Nemixⱪa iqimdǝ bundaⱪ mǝyüslinip kǝtting? Hudaƣa ümid baƣla; Qünki mǝn Uni yǝnila mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn, Yǝni qirayimƣa salamǝtlik, nijatliⱪ ata ⱪilƣuqi Hudayimni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn! U mening Hudayimdur!
