Psalms 141
1 “A psalm of David.” O Lord, I call thee, hasten unto me: give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝn Sanga nida ⱪildim; Yenimƣa tezdin kǝlgǝysǝn; Sanga nida ⱪilƣinimda awazimni angliƣaysǝn.
2 May my prayer be valued as incense before thee, the lifting up of my hands, as the evening offering.
Duayimni angliƣiningda, Sanga sunulƣan huxbuydǝk yeⱪimliⱪ bolsun, Ⱪolumning kɵtürülüxi sunulƣan kǝqlik ⱪurbanliⱪtǝk ⱪobul bolsun.
3 Set, O Lord, a watch unto my mouth: keep a guard at the door of my lips.
Aƣzim aldida kɵzǝtqi turƣuzƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Lǝwlirim dǝrwazisini saⱪliƣaysǝn;
4 Permit not my heart to incline after any evil thing, to practise deeds in wickedness with men that are doers of wrong: 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 If the righteous strike me, it is a kindness; and if he reprove me, it is [as] oil poured on the head, my head shall not refuse it; for yet my prayer also [is offered] in their sufferings.
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 Are their judges fallen down through means of a rock: then will they listen to my words; for they are pleasant.
Ularning ⱨakimliri tik yarlardin taxliwetilgǝndǝ, [Hǝlⱪ] mening sɵzlirimni anglaydu; Qünki bu sɵzlǝr xerindur.
7 As when one cutteth in and splitteth open the earth: so are our bones scattered for the mouth of the grave. (Sheol h7585)
Birsi otun yarƣanda yǝrgǝ qeqilƣan yerindilardǝk, Mana, ustihanlirimiz tǝⱨtisara ixiki aldida qeqiwetildi; (Sheol h7585)
8 For unto thee, O Eternal Lord, are my eyes directed; in thee do I trust: pour not out my life.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, kɵzlirim Sangila tikilip ⱪaraydu, Pǝrwǝrdigar Rǝbbim; Sanga tayinimǝn; Jenimni harab ⱪilip taxliwǝtmigǝysǝn.
9 Guard me from the power of the snare which they have laid for me, and the traps of the wrong-doers.
Ularning manga salƣan ⱪiltiⱪidin, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarning tuzaⱪliridin meni saⱪliƣaysǝn;
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, altogether—while I pass safely by.
Rǝzillǝr ɵzining torliriƣa yiⱪilsun, Mǝn bolsam — ɵtüp ketimǝn.
