Psalms 22
1 TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “DOE OF THE MORNING.” A PSALM OF DAVID. My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Far from My salvation, The words of My roaring?
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ayjǝlǝt-haxxaⱨar» (tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ kǝlgǝn mǝdǝt) degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Aⱨ Ilaⱨim, Ilaⱨim, nemixⱪa mǝndin waz kǝqting? Sǝn nemixⱪa meni ⱪutⱪuzuxtin xunqǝ yiraⱪsǝn? Nemixⱪa ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirimdin xunqǝ yiraⱪ turisǝn,
2 My God, I call by day, and You do not answer, And by night, and am not silent.
Hudayim, kündüzdǝ nida ⱪildim, lekin Sǝn ⱨeq jawab ⱪilmaysǝn; Keqidimu mǝn xundaⱪ pǝryad ⱪilixtin aram alalmaymǝn.
3 And You [are] holy, Sitting—the Praise of Israel.
Biraⱪ i Israilning mǝdⱨiyilirini ɵz makaning ⱪilƣuqi, Sǝn degǝn pak-muⱪǝddǝstursǝn!
4 In You our fathers trusted; They trusted, and You deliver them.
Ata-bowilirimiz seni tayanqi ⱪilƣan, Ular sanga tayanƣan, sǝn ularni ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
5 To You they cried, and were delivered, In You they trusted, and were not disappointed.
Ular Sanga nida ⱪilixliri bilǝn ⱪutulƣan; Sanga tayinix bilǝn ularning ümidi ⱨeq yǝrdǝ ⱪalƣan ǝmǝs.
6 And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam adǝm ǝmǝs, bir ⱪurtmǝn, Insan tǝripidin [tɵⱨmǝt bilǝn] rǝswayialǝm ⱪilinƣanmǝn, Halayiⱪ tǝripidin kǝmsitilgǝnmǝn.
7 All beholding Me mock at Me, They make free with the lip—shake the head,
Meni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi mazaⱪ ⱪilip külidu, Baxlirini silkixip aƣzilirini pürüxtürüp:
8 “Roll to YHWH, He delivers Him, He delivers Him, for He delighted in Him.”
«U Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ɵzini tapxurƣan ǝmǝsmu?! Əmdi Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Pǝrwǝrdigar uningdin hursǝn bolsa ǝgǝr, Uni ⱪutuldursun!» — deyixidu.
9 For You [are] He bringing Me forth from the womb, Causing Me to trust, On the breasts of My mother.
Biraⱪ meni apamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qiⱪarƣuqi ɵzüngdursǝn; Ⱨǝtta ǝmqǝktiki waⱪtimdimu meni ɵzünggǝ tayandurƣansǝn;
10 On You I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of My mother You [are] My God.
Tuƣulƣinimdin tartipla, mǝn ɵzümni ⱪoynungƣa taxliƣanmǝn; Anamning baliyatⱪusidiki waⱪtimdila, Sǝn mening Tǝngrim bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.
11 Do not be far from Me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
Mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma; Qünki riyazǝt meni ⱪistap kǝldi; Manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣuqi yoⱪtur.
12 Many bulls have surrounded Me, Mighty ones of Bashan have surrounded Me,
Nurƣun buⱪilar meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Baxanning küqlük buⱪiliri meni oriwaldi;
13 They have opened their mouth against Me, A lion tearing and roaring.
Ular adǝmni titma ⱪilƣuqi ⱨɵrkirǝwatⱪan xirdǝk, Aƣzilirni qong eqip manga tikilip turidu.
14 I have been poured out as waters, And all my bones have separated themselves, My heart has been like wax, It is melted in the midst of My bowels.
Mǝn tɵkülgǝn sudǝk boldum, Ⱨǝmmǝ sɵngǝklirim izidin qiⱪip kǝtti; Yürikim momdǝk erip kǝtti, Iq-baƣrimda zǝiplixip erip kǝtti.
15 My power is dried up as an earthen vessel, And My tongue is cleaving to My jaws.
Ⱪaƣjirap kǝtkǝn sapal parqisidǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi, Tilim tangliyimƣa qaplixip kǝtti, Sǝn [Pǝrwǝrdigar] meni ɵlümning topa-qangliriƣa ⱪoyƣansǝn.
16 And You appoint Me to the dust of death, For dogs have surrounded Me, A company of evildoers has surrounded Me, Piercing My hands and My feet.
Ƣaljir itlar manga olaxti, Bir top rǝzillǝr meni ⱪistap kelip, Mening ⱪolum wǝ putumni sanjip tǝxti.
17 I count all My bones—they look expectingly, They look on Me,
Sɵngǝklirimning ⱨǝmmisini saniyalaymǝn, [Ustihanlirim] manga tikilip ⱪarap turƣandǝk ⱪilidu.
18 They apportion My garments to themselves, And they cause a lot to fall for My clothing.
Ular kiyimlirimni ɵz arisida ülǝxtürüwatidu, Kɵnglikimgǝ erixix üqün qǝk taxlixiwatidu.
19 And You, O YHWH, do not be far off, O My strength, hurry to help Me.
Biraⱪ, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma! I Küq-Ⱪudritim bolƣuqim, yardǝmgǝ tez kǝlgǝysǝn!
20 Deliver My soul from the sword, My only one from the paw of a dog.
Jenimni ⱪiliqtin ⱪutⱪuzƣin, Mening yalƣuz jenimni itning qanggilidin ⱪutuldurƣin.
21 Save Me from the mouth of a lion And You have answered Me from the horns of the high places!
Meni xirning aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzƣin; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn iltijalirimni ijabǝt ⱪilip yawa kalilarning münggüzliridin ⱪutⱪuzƣansǝn!
22 I declare Your Name to My brothers, In the midst of the assembly I praise You.
Mǝn Sening namingni ⱪerindaxlirimƣa elan ⱪilimǝn; Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ turup Sanga bolƣan mǝdⱨiyilirimni jakarlaymǝn;
23 You who fear YHWH, praise Him, All the seed of Jacob, honor Him, And be afraid of Him, all you seed of Israel.
Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝymǝngüqilǝr, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Yaⱪupning barliⱪ nǝsilliri, Uningƣa xan-xǝrǝp kǝltürünglar! Israilning pütün ǝwladliri, Uningdin ǝymininglar.
24 For He has not despised, nor detested, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor has He hidden His face from Him, And in His crying to Him He hears.
Qünki U ezilgüqining axu harlinixlirini nǝziridin saⱪit ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs, Yaki Uningdin ⱨeq yirgǝngǝn ǝmǝs; Uningdin Ɵz wisalini ⱨeq yoxurƣan ǝmǝs; Bǝlki U iltija ⱪilip awazini kɵtürginidǝ, Uningƣa ⱪulaⱪ selip angliƣan.
25 Of You My praise [is] in the great assembly. I complete My vows before His fearers.
Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ manga oⱪulƣan mǝdⱨiyilǝr Ɵzüngdindur, Hudadin ǝymǝngüqilǝrning aldida iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmlirimni ixⱪa axurimǝn;
26 The humble eat and are satisfied, Those seeking Him praise YHWH, Your heart lives forever.
Ajiz mɵminlǝr ⱪorsiⱪi toyƣuqǝ tamaⱪlinidu; Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigǝnlǝr Uni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu; Silǝrning ⱪǝlbinglar mǝnggü yaxnaydu!
27 Remember and return to YHWH, Do all the ends of the earth, And bow themselves before You, Do all families of the nations,
Zeminning ǝng qetidikilǝrmu bu ixni ⱪǝlbidǝ tutup, towa ⱪilip Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldiƣa kelidu; Əl-millǝtlǝrning barliⱪ jǝmǝtliri aldingda ibadǝt ⱪilidu;
28 For to YHWH [is] the kingdom, And He is ruling among nations.
Qünki padixaⱨliⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣila tǝwǝdur; U ǝl-millǝtlǝr arisida ⱨɵküm sürgüqidur.
29 And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, All going down to dust bow before Him, And he [who] has not revived his soul.
Jaⱨandiki baylarmu Uning aldidin yǝp-iqip, ibadǝt ⱪilidu; Tupraⱪⱪa kirǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanlarmu, ⱨǝtta ɵz jenini saⱪliyalmaydiƣanlarmu Uningƣa sǝjdǝ ⱪilidu;
30 A seed serves Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.
Kǝlgüsidiki bir ǝwlad Uning hizmitidǝ bolidu; Bu ǝwlad Rǝb üqün Ɵz pǝrzǝntliri ⱨesablinidu.
31 They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is born, that He has made!
Keyin ular kelip, xu qaƣda tuƣulidiƣan bir ⱪowmƣa Uning ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪini jakarlap xuni elan ⱪiliduki, «U buni ǝmǝlgǝ axurdi!»
