Psalms 3
1 “A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
Dawut ɵz oƣli Abxalomdin ⱪeqip yürgǝn künlǝrdǝ yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni ⱪistawatⱪanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵpiyip kǝtkǝn, Mǝn bilǝn ⱪarxilixiwatⱪanlar nemidegǝn kɵp!
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Nurƣunlar mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «Hudadin uningƣa ⱨeq nijat yoⱪtur!» deyixiwatidu. (Selaⱨ)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
Biraⱪ Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝtrapimdiki ⱪalⱪandursǝn; Xan-xǝripim ⱨǝm beximni yɵligüqidursǝn!
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Awazim bilǝn mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪilimǝn, U muⱪǝddǝs teƣidin ijabǝt beridu. (Selaⱨ)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
Mǝn bolsam yattim, uhlidim; Oyƣandim, qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yar-yɵlǝk bolidu.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
Meni ⱪorxap sǝp tüzgǝn tümǝnligǝn adǝmlǝr bolsimu, Mǝn ulardin ⱪorⱪmaymǝn!
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin tur! Meni ⱪutⱪuz, i Hudayim! Mening barliⱪ düxmǝnlirimning tǝstikigǝ salƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning qixlirini qeⱪiwǝtkǝysǝn!
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Nijatliⱪ bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Bǝrikiting Ɵz hǝlⱪingdǝ bolsun! (Selaⱨ)
