Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Dawut yazghan küy: — Qollirimgha jeng qilishni, Barmaqlirimgha urushni ögitidighan, Méning Qoram Téshim Perwerdigargha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples under me.
Méning özgermes shepqitim we méning qorghinim, Méning égiz munarim we nijatkarim, Méning qalqinim we tayan’ghinim, men Uningdin himaye tapimen; U Öz xelqimni qol astimda boysundurghuchidur!
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
I Perwerdigar, Sen uningdin xewer alidikensen, adem dégen zadi néme? Uning toghruluq oylaydikensen, insan balisi dégen néme?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Adem bolsa bir nepesturla, xalas; Uning künliri ötüp kétiwatqan bir kölenggidur, xalas.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
I Perwerdigar, asmanlarni égildürüp chüshkeysen; Taghlargha tégip ulardin is-tütek chiqarghaysen;
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Chaqmaqlarni chaqquzup ularni tarqitiwetkeysen; Oqliringni étip ularni qiyqas-süren’ge salghaysen;
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Yuqiridin qolliringni uzitip, Méni azad qilghaysen; Méni ulugh sulardin, Yaqa yurttikilerning changgilidin chiqarghaysen.
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
I Xuda, men Sanga atap yéngi naxsha éytimen; Ontargha tengkesh bolup Sanga küylerni éytimen.
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
Sen padishahlargha nijatliq-ghelibe béghishlaysen; Qulung Dawutni ejellik qilichtin qutuldurisen.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Méni qutuldurghaysen, yat yurttikilerning qolidin azad qilghaysen; Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Shundaq qilip oghullirimiz yashliqida puxta yétilgen köchetlerge oxshaydu, Qizlirimiz ordiche neqishlen’gen tüwrüklerdek bolidu;
13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Ashliq ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuqlar bilen teminleydighan, Qoylirimiz otlaqlirimizda minglap, tümenlep qozilaydighan;
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
Kalilirimiz boghaz bolidighan; Héchkim bésip kirmeydighan, héchkim [jengge] chiqmaydighan; Kochilirimizda héch jédel-ghowgha bolmaydighan;
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Ehwali shundaq bolghan xelq némidégen bextliktur! Xudasi Perwerdigar bolghan xelq bextliktur!
