Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, YHWH; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, shéminit bilen oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Qutquzghaysen, Perwerdigar, chünki ixlasmen adem tügep ketti; Ademler arisidin sadiq möminler ghayip boldi.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Herbirsi öz yéqinlirigha yalghan éytidu; Xushametchi lewlerde, aliköngüllük bilen sözlishidu.

3 May YHWH cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Perwerdigar barliq xushametchi lewlerni, Hakawurlarche sözleydighan tilni késiwetkey!

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

Ular: «Tilimiz bilen ghelibe qilimiz; Lewlirimiz bolsa özimizningkidur; Kim bizge Reb bolalisun?» — deydu.

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says YHWH; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

«Ézilgüchi ajizlarni basqan zulum wejidin, Miskinlerning ahuzarliri wejidin, Hazirla ornumdin turay» — deydu Perwerdigar, «Men ulargha, ular zariqip kütken azadliqni yetküzimen».

6 The words of YHWH are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Perwerdigarning sözliri bolsa sap sözlerdur; Ular yette qétim saplashturulghan, Sapal qazanda tawlan’ghan kümüshtektur.

7 You, YHWH, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

Sen Perwerdigar, ularni saqlaysen; Sen [möminlerni] mushu dewrdin menggüge qoghdaysen;

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

[Chünki] rezil ademler heryanda ghadiyip yürüshidu, Peskeshlik insan baliliri arisida aliyjanabliq dep maxtalmaqta!