Psalms 139
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. YHWH, You have searched me, and know.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn meni tǝkxürüp qiⱪting, Ⱨǝm meni bilip yǝtting;
2 You have known my sitting down, And my rising up, You have attended to my thoughts from afar.
Ɵzüng olturƣinimni, turƣinimnimu bilisǝn; Yiraⱪta turuⱪluⱪ kɵnglümdikini bilisǝn.
3 You have fanned my path and my lying down, And have been acquainted [with] all my ways.
Basⱪan ⱪǝdǝmlirimni, yatⱪanlirimni ɵtkǝmǝngdin ɵtküzdung; Barliⱪ yollirim Sanga ayandur.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, Behold, O YHWH, You have known it all!
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, tilimƣa bir sɵz kelǝ-kǝlmǝstinla, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Mana Sǝn buni ǝyni boyiqǝ bilmǝy ⱪalmaysǝn.
5 You have besieged me behind and before, And You place Your hand on me.
Sǝn meni aldi-kǝynimdin orap turisǝn, Ⱪolungni mening üstümgǝ ⱪondurƣansǝn.
6 Knowledge too wonderful for me, It has been set on high, I am not able for it.
Bundaⱪ bilim manga xunqilik tilsimat bilinidu! Xundaⱪ yüksǝkki, mǝn uni bilip yetǝlmǝydikǝnmǝn.
7 To where do I go from Your Spirit? And to where do I flee from Your face?
Roⱨingdin neri boluxⱪa nǝlǝrgimu baralayttim? Ⱨuzurungdin ɵzümni ⱪaqurup nǝlǝrgǝ baralayttim?
8 If I ascend the heavens—You [are] there, And spread out a bed in Sheol, behold, You! (Sheol h7585)
Asmanlarƣa qiⱪsam, mana Sǝn axu yǝrdǝ; Tǝⱨtisarada orun salsammu, mana Sǝn xu yǝrdǝ; (Sheol h7585)
9 I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
Sǝⱨǝrning ⱪanatlirini elip uqup, Dengizning ǝng qǝt yǝrliridǝ tursam,
10 Also there Your hand leads me, And Your right hand holds me.
Ⱨǝtta axu jayda ⱪolung meni yetǝklǝydu, Ong ⱪolung meni yɵlǝydu.
11 And I say, “Surely darkness bruises me,” Then night [is] light to me.
Mǝn: «Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ meni yapsa, Ətrapimdiki yoruⱪluⱪ qoⱪum keqǝ bolidu» — desǝm,
12 Also darkness does not hide from You, And night shines as day, As [is] darkness so [is] light.
Ⱪarangƣuluⱪmu Sǝndin yoxurunalmaydu, Keqimu Sanga kündüzdǝk aydingdur, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪmu [Sanga] yoruⱪtǝktur.
13 For You have possessed my reins, You cover me in my mother’s belly.
Bǝrⱨǝk, Sǝn mening iqlirimni yasiƣansǝn; Anamning ⱪorsiⱪida meni toⱪuƣansǝn;
14 I confess You, because I have been fearfully distinguished. Your works [are] wonderful, And my soul is knowing [it] well.
Mǝn Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn, Qünki mǝn sürlük wǝ karamǝt yasalƣanmǝn; Sening ⱪilƣanliring karamǝt tilsimattur; Buni jenim obdan bilidu.
15 My substance was not hid from You, When I was made in secret, Curiously worked in the lower part of earth.
Mǝn yoxurun jayda yasalƣinimda, Yǝr tǝgliridǝ ǝpqillik bilǝn toⱪulup xǝkillǝndürülginimdǝ, Ustihanlirim Sǝndin yoxurun ǝmǝs idi.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance, And all of them are written on Your scroll, The days they were formed—And not one among them.
Əzalirim tehi apiridǝ bolmiƣan künlǝrdǝ, Ular yasiliwatⱪan künlǝrdǝ, Kɵzüng tehi xǝkillǝnmigǝn jismimni kɵrüp yǝtkǝnidi; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi alliburun dǝptiringdǝ yezilƣanidi.
17 And how precious Your thoughts have been to me, O God, how great has been their sum!
Aⱨ Tǝngrim, oyliring manga nǝⱪǝdǝr ⱪimmǝtliktur! Ularning yiƣindisi xunqǝ zordur!
18 I recount them! They are more than the sand, I have awoken, and I am still with You.
Ularni sanay desǝm, ular dengizdiki ⱪumlardinmu kɵptur; Uyⱪudin kɵzümni aqsam, mǝn yǝnila Sǝn bilǝn billidurmǝn!
19 Do You slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!
Aⱨ, Sǝn rǝzillǝrni ɵltürüwǝtsǝng iding, i Huda! Ⱪanhor kixilǝr, mǝndin yiraⱪ bolux!
20 Who exchange You for wickedness, Your enemies [are] lifted up to vanity.
Qünki ular Sening toƣruluⱪ ⱨiylilik bilǝn sɵzlǝydu; Sening xǝⱨǝrliring ular tǝripidin azduruldi.
21 Do I not hate, YHWH, those hating You? And grieve myself with Your withstanders?
Sanga ɵqmǝn bolƣanlarƣa, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝnmu ɵqⱪu? Sanga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlarƣa mǝnmu yirginimǝnƣu?
22 I have hated them [with] perfect hatred, They have become enemies to me.
Ularƣa qix-tirniⱪimƣiqǝ ɵqturmǝn; Ularni ɵz düxmǝnlirim dǝp ⱨesablaymǝn.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my thoughts,
Meni kɵzitip tǝkxürgǝysǝn, i Tǝngrim! Mening ⱪǝlbimni bilip yǝtkǝysǝn! Meni sinap, ƣǝmlik oylirimni bilgǝysǝn;
24 And see if a grievous way be in me, And lead me in a perpetual way!
Mǝndǝ [Ɵzünggǝ] azar bǝrgüdǝk yolning bar-yoⱪluⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn; Wǝ meni mǝnggülük yolungda yetǝkligǝysǝn!
