Psalms 80
1 “To the chief musician upon Shoshannim; an 'Eduth by Assaph; a psalm.” O Shepherd of Israel, give ear, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock; thou that dwellest between the cherubims, shine forth.
«Nilupǝrlǝr» degǝn aⱨangda; bir guwaⱨliⱪ; Asaf yazƣan küy: — Ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn, i Israilning padiqisi, Yüsüpni ⱪoy padisidǝk beⱪip yetǝkligüqi; I kerublar otturisida Olturƣuqi, Nurlanƣaysǝn!
2 Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Menasseh awaken thy might, and come to our help.
Əfraim, Binyamin, Manassǝⱨlǝrning aldida ⱪudritingni ⱪozƣiƣaysǝn, Bizlǝrni ⱪutⱪuzƣili kǝlgǝysǝn!
3 O God, cause us to return, and let thy countenance shine, that we may be saved.
I Huda, bizni Ɵz yeningƣa ⱪayturƣaysǝn! Jamalingning nurini qaqⱪaysǝn, xunda biz ⱪutⱪuzulimiz!
4 O Lord of hosts, how long shall thy anger smoke against the prayer of thy people?
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, Hǝlⱪingning dualiriƣa bolƣan ƣǝziping ⱪaqanƣiqǝ yalⱪunlap turidu?
5 Thou feedest them with the bread of tears, and givest them tears to drink in great measure.
Sǝn kɵz yaxlirini ularƣa ozuⱪ ornida ⱪilding, Kɵz yaxlirini ⱪaqa-ⱪaqilap ularƣa iqküzdung.
6 Thou renderest us a contest unto our neighbors: and our enemies hold derision among themselves.
Bizni ⱪoxnilirimizƣa talaxⱪa ⱪoydung; Düxmǝnlirimiz bizni mǝshirǝ ⱪilixidu.
7 O God of hosts, cause us to return, and let thy countenance shine, that we may be saved.
I samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, Bizni Ɵz yeningƣa ⱪayturƣaysǝn! Jamalingning nurini qaqⱪaysǝn, xunda biz ⱪutⱪuzulimiz!
8 A vine didst thou remove out of Egypt: thou drovest out nations, and plantedst it.
Sǝn Misirdin bir tüp üzüm kɵqitini elip kǝlding; Yat ǝllǝrni ⱨǝydiwetip, orniƣa uni tikting.
9 Thou didst clear out a place before it, and it struck its root deeply, and it filled the land.
Uning aldida yǝrni kǝng aqting; U qongⱪur yiltiz tartip, pütün zeminƣa yeyildi.
10 Mountains were covered with its shadow, and with its boughs the cedars of God.
Uning sayisi taƣlarni ⱪaplidi; Ƣolliri ⱪudrǝtlik kedir dǝrǝhliridǝk ɵsti;
11 It sent out its tendrils as far as the sea, and unto the river its suckers.
U xahlirini dengizƣiqǝ, Pilǝklirini [Əfrat] dǝryasi boyliriƣiqǝ uzartti.
12 Wherefore hast thou now broken down its fences, so that all who pass by the way pluck the fruit from it?
Sǝn nemixⱪa uning ⱪaxalirini buzup, Mewisini ɵtüp ketiwatⱪanlarning üzüp elixiƣa yol ⱪoydung?
13 The boar out of the forest doth gnaw at it, and what moveth on the field feedeth on it.
Mana ormanliⱪtiki yawa tongguzlar uni yeriwatidu, Daladiki ⱨaywanatlar uningdin ozuⱪlinidu.
14 O God of hosts, return; I pray thee, look down from heaven, and behold, and think of this vine;
I samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, Sǝndin ɵtünimizki, Yenimizƣa ⱪaytⱪaysǝn! Ərxtin ⱨalimizƣa nǝzǝr salƣaysǝn, Kelip bu üzüm telidin hǝwǝr alƣaysǝn!
15 And of the sprout which thy right hand hath planted, and of the branch that thou hast made strong for thyself.
Yǝni ong ⱪolung tikkǝn bu yiltizdin, Ɵzüng üqün mǝzmut yetixtürgǝn bu oƣlungdin hǝwǝr alƣaysǝn!
16 It is burnt with fire, it is hewn down; because of the rebuke of thy countenance do they perish.
Mana u otta kɵydürüldi, Kesiwetildi; Yüzüngdiki tǝnbiⱨiy ⱪarixingni kɵrüp ular ⱨalak bolmaⱪta;
17 Let thy hand be over the man of thy right hand, over the son of man whom thou hast made strong for thyself.
Ⱪolungni ong ⱪolungdiki adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Ɵzüng üqün mǝzmut yetixtürgǝn Insan oƣliƣa ⱪondurƣaysǝn;
18 Then will we not swerve from thee: revive us again, and we will call on thy name.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilƣanda biz Sǝndin ⱨǝrgiz qekinmǝymiz; Bizni yengiliƣaysǝn, xunda biz namingni qaⱪirip Sanga iltija ⱪilimiz.
19 O Lord God of hosts, cause us to return: let thy countenance shine, that we may be saved.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, Bizni Ɵz yeningƣa ⱪayturƣaysǝn! Jamalingning nurini qaqⱪaysǝn, xunda biz ⱪutⱪuzulimiz!
