< Psalms 88 >
1 A SONG. A PSALM OF THE SONS OF KORAH. TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “SICKNESS TO AFFLICT.” AN INSTRUCTION OF HEMAN THE EZRAHITE. O YHWH, God of my salvation, Daily I have cried, nightly before You,
Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy-nahxa: — Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Mahalat-leanot» aⱨangida oⱪulsun dǝp, Əzraliⱪ Ⱨeman yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nijatliⱪim bolƣan Huda, Keqǝ-kündüz Sanga nalǝ ⱪilip kǝldim.
2 My prayer comes in before You, Incline Your ear to my loud cry,
Duayim Sening aldingƣa kirip ijabǝt bolsun; Nidayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn;
3 For my soul has been full of evils, And my life has come to Sheol. (Sheol )
Qünki dǝrdlǝrdin jenim toyƣan, Ⱨayatim tǝⱨtisaraƣa yeⱪinlaxⱪan, (Sheol )
4 I have been reckoned with those going down [to] the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
Ⱨangƣa qüxüwatⱪanlar ⱪatarida ⱨesablinimǝn; Küq-madari ⱪuruƣan adǝmdǝk bolup ⱪaldim.
5 Among the dead—free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom You have not remembered anymore, Indeed, they have been cut off by Your hand.
Ɵlüklǝr arisiƣa taxlanƣanmǝn, Ⱪirilip ⱪǝbridǝ yatⱪanlardǝk; Sǝn ularni yǝnǝ ǝslimǝysǝn, Ular ⱪolungdin üzüp elinip yiraⱪ ⱪilinƣan.
6 You have put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
Sǝn meni ⱨangning ǝng tegigǝ, Zulmǝtlik jaylarƣa, dengizning qongⱪur yǝrlirigǝ qɵmdürdüng.
7 Your fury has lain on me, And You have afflicted [with] all Your breakers. (Selah)
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümgǝ eƣir yüktǝk basti, Barliⱪ dolⱪunliring bilǝn meni ⱪiyniding.
8 You have put my acquaintance far from me, You have made me an abomination to them, Shut up—I do not go forth.
Mǝndin dost-buradǝrlirimni yiraⱪlaxturdung; Ularni mǝndin yirgǝndürdüng; Mǝn ⱪamalƣanmǝn, ⱨeq qiⱪalmaymǝn.
9 My eye has grieved because of affliction, I called You, O YHWH, all the day, I have spread out my hands to You.
Kɵzlirim azab-oⱪubǝttin hirǝlǝxti; Ⱨǝr küni Sanga nida ⱪilimǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ⱪollirimni Sanga kɵtürüp kǝldim.
10 Do You do wonders to the dead? Does Rephaim rise? Do they thank You? (Selah)
Ɵlüklǝrgǝ mɵjizǝ kɵrsitǝrsǝnmu? Mǝrⱨumlar ornidin turup Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytarmu?
11 Is Your kindness recounted in the grave? Your faithfulness in destruction?
Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱪǝbridǝ bayan ⱪilinarmu? Ⱨalakǝt diyarida sadiⱪliⱪ-ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting mahtilarmu?
12 Are Your wonders known in the darkness? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Karamǝtliring zülmǝttǝ tonularmu? Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing «untulux zemini»dǝ bilinǝrmu?
13 And I, to You, O YHWH, I have cried, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam, Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sanga pǝryad kɵtürimǝn, Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ duayim aldingƣa kiridu.
14 Why, O YHWH, do You cast off my soul? You hide Your face from me.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nemigǝ jenimni taxliwǝtting? Nemigǝ jamalingni mǝndin yoxurdung?
15 I [am] afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Your terrors—I pine away.
Yaxliⱪimdin tartip mǝn ezilgǝn, bimardurmǝn; Wǝⱨxǝtliringni kɵrüwerip ⱨeq ⱨalim ⱪalmidi.
16 Your wrath has passed over me, Your terrors have cut me off,
Ⱪǝⱨring üstümdin ɵtti; Wǝⱨimiliring meni nabut ⱪildi.
17 They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone around against me together,
Ular kün boyi taxⱪin suliridǝk meni orawaldi, Tamamǝn meni qɵmdürdi.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, My acquaintance [is] the place of darkness!
Jan dostlirimni, aƣinilirimni meningdin yiraⱪlaxturdung, Mening ǝziz dostum bolsa ⱪarangƣuluⱪtur!