Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities be overpast.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi, (u Saul padishahtin qéchip, öngkürde yoshurunuwalghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xuda, manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Chünki jénim Séni panahim qildi. Mushu balayi’apet ötüp ketküche, qanatliring sayiside panah tapimen.
2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth [all things] for me.
Xudagha, yeni Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchigha, Özüm üchün hemmini orunlaydighan Tengrige nida qilimen;
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me [from] the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
U ershtin yardem ewetip méni qutquzidu; Manga qarap nepsi yoghinap, méni qoghlawatqanlarni U reswa qilidu; (Sélah) Xuda Öz méhir-shepqiti we heqiqitini ewetidu!
4 My soul [is] among lions: [and] I lie [even among] them that are set on fire, [even] the sons of men, whose teeth [are] spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Jénim shirlar arisida qaldi; Men nepisi yalqun kebi bolghanlar arisida yatimen! Adem baliliri — Ularning chishliri neyze-oqlardur, Ularning tili — ötkür qilichtur!
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen [themselves]. (Selah)
Ular qedemlirimge tor qurdi; Jénim égilip ketti; Ular méning yolumgha orek kolighanidi, Lékin özliri ichige chüshüp ketti.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilarni éytip, Berheq Séni küyleymen!
8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I [myself] will awake early.
Oyghan, i rohim! I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
Men xelq-milletler arisida séni ulughlaymen, i Reb; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!
10 For thy mercy [is] great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughdur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
