Psalms 141
1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝn Sanga nida ⱪildim; Yenimƣa tezdin kǝlgǝysǝn; Sanga nida ⱪilƣinimda awazimni angliƣaysǝn.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Duayimni angliƣiningda, Sanga sunulƣan huxbuydǝk yeⱪimliⱪ bolsun, Ⱪolumning kɵtürülüxi sunulƣan kǝqlik ⱪurbanliⱪtǝk ⱪobul bolsun.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Aƣzim aldida kɵzǝtqi turƣuzƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Lǝwlirim dǝrwazisini saⱪliƣaysǝn;
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Kɵnglümni ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yaman ixⱪa, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarƣa xerik bolup, rǝzillik ⱪilixⱪa mayil ⱪilmiƣaysǝn. Meni ularning nemǝtliridin ⱨeq yegüzmigǝysǝn!
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm meni ursun — Bu manga meⱨribanliⱪtur; Manga tǝnbiⱨ bǝrsun — Bu bolsa, bexim rǝt ⱪilmaydiƣan, ⱪuyulƣan esil maydǝk bolidu. Qünki mening duayim yǝnila xularning rǝzilliklirigǝ ⱪarxi bolidu.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Ularning ⱨakimliri tik yarlardin taxliwetilgǝndǝ, [Hǝlⱪ] mening sɵzlirimni anglaydu; Qünki bu sɵzlǝr xerindur.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Birsi otun yarƣanda yǝrgǝ qeqilƣan yerindilardǝk, Mana, ustihanlirimiz tǝⱨtisara ixiki aldida qeqiwetildi; (Sheol h7585)
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, kɵzlirim Sangila tikilip ⱪaraydu, Pǝrwǝrdigar Rǝbbim; Sanga tayinimǝn; Jenimni harab ⱪilip taxliwǝtmigǝysǝn.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Ularning manga salƣan ⱪiltiⱪidin, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarning tuzaⱪliridin meni saⱪliƣaysǝn;
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Rǝzillǝr ɵzining torliriƣa yiⱪilsun, Mǝn bolsam — ɵtüp ketimǝn.
