Psalms 70

1 To him excelleth. A Psalme of David to put in remembrance. O God, haste thee to deliuer mee: make haste to helpe me, O Lord.

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «eslitish üchün» oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, méni qutquzushqa aldirighaysen! Perwerdigar, téz kélip manga yardem qilghaysen!

2 Let them be confounded and put to shame, that seeke my soule: let them bee turned backewarde and put to rebuke, that desire mine hurt.

Méning jénimni izdewatqanlar yerge qaritilip reswa qilinsun; Méning ziyinimdin xursen bolghanlar keynige yandurulup shermende bolghay.

3 Let them be turned backe for a rewarde of their shame, which said, Aha, aha.

Méni: — «Wah! Wah!» dep mesxire qilghanlar öz shermendilikidin keynige yan’ghay!

4 But let all those that seeke thee, be ioyfull and glad in thee, and let all that loue thy saluation, say alwaies, God be praised.

Biraq Séni izdigüchilerning hemmisi Sende shadlinip xushal bolghay! Nijatliqingni söygenler hemishe: «Xuda ulughlansun» déyishkey.

5 Nowe I am poore and needie: O God, make haste to me: thou art mine helper, and my deliuerer: O Lord, make no tarying.

Biraq men ézilgenmen, hem yoqsulmen; Yénimgha tézdin kel, i Xuda! Sen méning yardemchim, méning azad qilghuchim; I Perwerdigar, kéchikmey kelgeysen!