Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, men Sanga nida qildim; Yénimgha tézdin kelgeysen; Sanga nida qilghinimda awazimni anglighaysen.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee [as] incense; [and] the lifting up of my hands [as] the evening sacrifice.
Duayimni anglighiningda, Sanga sunulghan xushbuydek yéqimliq bolsun, Qolumning kötürülüshi sunulghan kechlik qurbanliqtek qobul bolsun.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Aghzim aldida közetchi turghuzghaysen, i Perwerdigar; Lewlirim derwazisini saqlighaysen;
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.
Könglümni héchqandaq yaman ishqa, Qebihlik qilghuchilargha shérik bolup, rezillik qilishqa mayil qilmighaysen. Méni ularning németliridin héch yégüzmigeysen!
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.
Heqqaniy adem méni ursun — Bu manga méhribanliqtur; Manga tenbih bersun — Bu bolsa, béshim ret qilmaydighan, quyulghan ésil maydek bolidu. Chünki méning duayim yenila shularning rezilliklirige qarshi bolidu.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Ularning hakimliri tik yarlardin tashliwétilgende, [Xelq] méning sözlirimni anglaydu; Chünki bu sözler shérindur.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Birsi otun yarghanda yerge chéchilghan yérindilardek, Mana, ustixanlirimiz tehtisara ishiki aldida chéchiwétildi; (Sheol h7585)
8 But mine eyes [are] unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Berheq, közlirim Sangila tikilip qaraydu, Perwerdigar Rebbim; Sanga tayinimen; Jénimni xarab qilip tashliwetmigeysen.
9 Keep me from the snares [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Ularning manga salghan qiltiqidin, Qebihlik qilghuchilarning tuzaqliridin méni saqlighaysen;
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Reziller özining torlirigha yiqilsun, Men bolsam — ötüp kétimen.
