Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise 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 there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Nurghunlar men toghruluq: — «Xudadin uninggha héch nijat yoqtur!» déyishiwatidu. (Sélah)
3 But you, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Biraq Sen, i Perwerdigar, etrapimdiki qalqandursen; Shan-sheripim hem béshimni yöligüchidursen!
4 I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Awazim bilen men Perwerdigargha nida qilimen, U muqeddes téghidin ijabet béridu. (Sélah)
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
Men bolsam yattim, uxlidim; Oyghandim, chünki Perwerdigar manga yar-yölek bolidu.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Méni qorshap sep tüzgen tümenligen ademler bolsimu, Men ulardin qorqmaymen!
7 Arise, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
I Perwerdigar, ornungdin tur! Méni qutquz, i Xudayim! Méning barliq düshmenlirimning testikige salghaysen; Rezillerning chishlirini chéqiwetkeysen!
8 Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Nijatliq bolsa Perwerdigardindur; Berikiting Öz xelqingde bolsun! (Sélah)
