Psalms 30

1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, YHWH, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Muqeddes ibadetxanini Xudagha atashni tebriklep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Men Séni aliy dep ulughlaymen, i Perwerdigar, Chünki Sen méni pestin yuqiri kötürdüng, Düshmenlirimni üstümdin xushallandurmiding.

2 YHWH my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

I Perwerdigar Xudayim, men Sanga nale kötürdüm, Sen méni saqaytting.

3 YHWH, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

I Perwerdigar, Sen tehtisaradin jénimni élip chiqting, Hanggha chüshidighanlar arisidin manga hayat bérip saqliding. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to YHWH, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

Perwerdigargha küy éytinglar, i Uning ixlasmen bendiliri, Uning pak-muqeddeslikini yad étip teshekkür éytinglar.

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Chünki Uning ghezipi deqiqide ötüp kétidu, Shapaiti bolsa ömürwayet bolidu; Yigha-zar kéchiche qonup qalsimu, Xushalliq tang seher bilen teng kélidu.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."

Men bolsam öz rahet-paraghitimde: «Menggüge tewrenmey muqim turimen» — dédim.

7 You, YHWH, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

Perwerdigar, shapaiting bilen, méning téghimni mustehkem turghuzghaniding; Emma Sen didaringni qachurup yoshurdung; Men alaqzade bolup kettim;

8 I cried to you, YHWH. To YHWH I made petition:

Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Men [Sen] Rebke iltija qildim: —

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

— Méning qénim tökülüp, hanggha kirsem néme paydisi bardur? Topa-chang Séni medhiyilemdu? U heqiqitingni jakarliyalamdu?

10 Hear, YHWH, and have mercy on me. YHWH, be my helper."

Anglighaysen, i Perwerdigar, manga shepqet körsetkeysen; I Perwerdigar, manga yardemde bolghaysen!

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

Sen matem qayghusini ussul oynashlargha aylandurdung; [Haziliq] böz kiyimimni salduriwétip, Manga xushalliqni belwagh qilip baghliding;

12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. YHWH my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

Shunga méning rohim süküt qilmay, Sanga küyler oqusun! I Perwerdigar, méning Xudayim, Sanga ebedil’ebedgiche teshekkürlerni éytimen!