Psalms 3
1 A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
Dawut öz oghli Abshalomdin qéchip yürgen künlerde yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, méni qistawatqanlar neqeder köpiyip ketken, Men bilen qarshilishiwatqanlar némidégen köp!
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Nurghunlar men toghruluq: — «Xudadin uninggha héch nijat yoqtur!» déyishiwatidu. (Sélah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
Biraq Sen, i Perwerdigar, etrapimdiki qalqandursen; Shan-sheripim hem béshimni yöligüchidursen!
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
Awazim bilen men Perwerdigargha nida qilimen, U muqeddes téghidin ijabet béridu. (Sélah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
Men bolsam yattim, uxlidim; Oyghandim, chünki Perwerdigar manga yar-yölek bolidu.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
Méni qorshap sep tüzgen tümenligen ademler bolsimu, Men ulardin qorqmaymen!
7 Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
I Perwerdigar, ornungdin tur! Méni qutquz, i Xudayim! Méning barliq düshmenlirimning testikige salghaysen; Rezillerning chishlirini chéqiwetkeysen!
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Nijatliq bolsa Perwerdigardindur; Berikiting Öz xelqingde bolsun! (Sélah)
