Psalms 144

1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;

Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ⱪollirimƣa jǝng ⱪilixni, Barmaⱪlirimƣa uruxni ɵgitidiƣan, Mening Ⱪoram Texim Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulsun!

2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under 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 takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn uningdin hǝwǝr alidikǝnsǝn, adǝm degǝn zadi nemǝ? Uning toƣruluⱪ oylaydikǝnsǝn, insan balisi degǝn nemǝ?

4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Adǝm bolsa bir nǝpǝsturla, halas; Uning künliri ɵtüp ketiwatⱪan bir kɵlǝnggidur, halas.

5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, asmanlarni egildürüp qüxkǝysǝn; Taƣlarƣa tegip ulardin is-tütǝk qiⱪarƣaysǝn;

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.

Qaⱪmaⱪlarni qaⱪⱪuzup ularni tarⱪitiwǝtkǝysǝn; Oⱪliringni etip ularni ⱪiyⱪas-sürǝngǝ salƣaysǝn;

7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;

Yuⱪiridin ⱪolliringni uzitip, Meni azad ⱪilƣaysǝn; Meni uluƣ sulardin, Yaⱪa yurttikilǝrning qanggilidin qiⱪarƣaysǝn.

8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

Ularning aƣzi ⱪuruⱪ gǝp sɵzlǝydu, Ong ⱪoli aldamqi ⱪoldur.

9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;

I Huda, mǝn Sanga atap yengi nahxa eytimǝn; Ontarƣa tǝngkǝx bolup Sanga küylǝrni eytimǝn.

10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.

Sǝn padixaⱨlarƣa nijatliⱪ-ƣǝlibǝ beƣixlaysǝn; Ⱪulung Dawutni ǝjǝllik ⱪiliqtin ⱪutuldurisǝn.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.

Meni ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn, yat yurttikilǝrning ⱪolidin azad ⱪilƣaysǝn; Ularning aƣzi ⱪuruⱪ gǝp sɵzlǝydu, Ong ⱪoli aldamqi ⱪoldur.

12 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

Xundaⱪ ⱪilip oƣullirimiz yaxliⱪida puhta yetilgǝn kɵqǝtlǝrgǝ ohxaydu, Ⱪizlirimiz ordiqǝ nǝⱪixlǝngǝn tüwrüklǝrdǝk bolidu;

13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

Axliⱪ ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuⱪlar bilǝn tǝminlǝydiƣan, Ⱪoylirimiz otlaⱪlirimizda minglap, tümǝnlǝp ⱪozilaydiƣan;

14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;

Kalilirimiz boƣaz bolidiƣan; Ⱨeqkim besip kirmǝydiƣan, ⱨeqkim [jǝnggǝ] qiⱪmaydiƣan; Koqilirimizda ⱨeq jedǝl-ƣowƣa bolmaydiƣan;

15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.

Əⱨwali xundaⱪ bolƣan hǝlⱪ nemidegǝn bǝhtliktur! Hudasi Pǝrwǝrdigar bolƣan hǝlⱪ bǝhtliktur!