< Psalms 28 >
1 Unto thee will I cry, O Yhwh my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sanga nida ⱪilimǝn; I mening Ⱪoram Texim, manga süküt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn; Qünki Sǝn jimjit turuwalisang, Mǝn qongⱪur ⱨangƣa qüxidiƣanlarƣa ohxaxla bolimǝn.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
Sanga pǝryad kɵtürginimdǝ, Sening muⱪǝddǝs kalamhanangƣa ⱪolumni kɵtürginimdǝ, Mening iltijalirimning sadasini angliƣaysǝn!
3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.
Meni rǝzillǝr wǝ ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar bilǝn billǝ taxliwǝtmigǝysǝn; Ular aƣzida yeⱪinliri bilǝn dostanǝ sɵzlǝxsimu, Kɵnglidǝ ɵqmǝnlik bardur.
4 Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.
Ularning ⱪilmixliriƣa ⱪarap, Ixlirining yamanliⱪiƣa ⱪarap ix tutⱪaysǝn; Ⱪolining ⱪilƣanliri boyiqǝ ɵzlirigǝ yandurƣaysǝn; Tegixlik jazani ɵzlirigǝ ⱪayturƣaysǝn.
5 Because they regard not the works of Yhwh, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.
Qünki ular nǝ Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪilƣanlirini, Nǝ ⱪollirining ixligǝnlirini ⱨeq nǝzirigǝ almaydu, [Pǝrwǝrdigar] ularni ƣulitip, ⱪaytidin bax kɵtürgüzmǝydu.
6 Blessed be Yhwh, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulsun; Qünki U mening iltijalirimning sadasini angliƣan.
7 Yhwh is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
Pǝrwǝrdigar mening küqüm, mening ⱪalⱪinimdur; Mening kɵnglüm uningƣa ixǝndi, Xuning bilǝn yardǝm taptim; Xunga kɵnglüm zor xadlinidu, Ɵz küyüm bilǝn mǝn Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn.
8 Yhwh is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz [hǝlⱪining] küqidur, Xundaⱪla mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣiniƣa ⱪutⱪuzƣuqi ⱪorƣandur.
9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.
Ɵz hǝlⱪingni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Mirasingni bǝrikǝtlik ⱪilƣaysǝn; Ularni padiqidǝk beⱪip ozuⱪlandurƣaysǝn, Mǝnggügǝ ularni kɵtürüp yürgǝysǝn.