Psalms 6
1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar ⱨǝm sǝkkiz tarliⱪ arfa bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar, ƣǝziping tutⱪanda meni ǝyiblimǝ; Ⱪǝⱨring kǝlgǝndǝ meni ǝdǝplimǝ.
2 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
Manga xapaǝt ⱪilƣin, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, qünki mǝn zǝiplixip kǝttim; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni saⱪaytⱪin, qünki mening ustihanlirim wǝⱨimigǝ qüxti.
3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?
Mening jenim dǝⱨxǝtlik dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxti; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ⱪaqanƣiqǝ xundaⱪ bolidu?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
Yenimƣa ⱪayt, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, jenimni azad ⱪilƣaysǝn, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting üqün meni ⱪutⱪuzƣin.
Qünki ɵlümdǝ bolsa Sanga seƣinixlar yoⱪ; Tǝⱨtisarada kim Sanga tǝxǝkkürlǝrni eytsun? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
Mening uⱨ tartixlirimdin maƣdurum ⱪalmidi; Tün boyi orun-kɵrpǝmni kɵlqǝk ⱪilimǝn; Yaxlirim bilǝn kariwitimni qɵktürimǝn.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Dǝrdlǝrdin kɵzüm hirǝlixip kǝtti; Barliⱪ küxǝndilirim tüpǝylidin kɵzüm kardin qiⱪiwatidu.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.
I ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar, ⱨǝmminglar mǝndin neri bolunglar; Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar yiƣa awazimni anglidi.
9 The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.
Pǝrwǝrdigar tilawitimni anglidi; Pǝrwǝrdigar duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilidu;
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
Düxmǝnlirimning ⱨǝmmisi yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu, ular zor parakǝndiqilikkǝ duqar bolidu; Tuyuⱪsiz kǝynigǝ yenip hijalǝttǝ ⱪalidu.
