< Psalms 51 >

1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.] Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy. Bu [küy] Natan pǝyƣǝmbǝr uning yeniƣa kelip, uni Bat-Xeba bilǝn bolƣan zinahorluⱪi toƣruluⱪ ǝyibligǝndin keyin yezilƣan: — Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting bilǝn, i Huda, manga meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn! Rǝⱨimdilliⱪliringning kɵplüki bilǝn asiyliⱪlirimni ɵqürüwǝtkǝysǝn!
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
Meni ⱪǝbiⱨlikimdin yiltizimƣiqǝ yuwǝtkǝysǝn, Gunaⱨimdin meni taziliƣaysǝn.
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
Qünki mǝn asiyliⱪlirimni tonup iⱪrar ⱪildim; Gunaⱨim ⱨǝmixǝ kɵz aldimda turidu.
4 Against you, and you only, have I sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Sening aldingda, pǝⱪǝt Sening aldingdila gunaⱨ ɵtküzüp, Nǝziringdǝ rǝzil bolƣan ixni sadir ⱪildim; Xu wǝjidin, Sǝn [meni ǝyiblǝp] sɵzlisǝng, adilliⱪing ispatlinidu; [Meni] soraⱪ ⱪilƣiningda, Ɵzüngning pakliⱪi ispatlinidu.
5 Look, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
Mana, mǝn tuƣulƣinimdila, yamanliⱪta idim, Anamning ⱪarnida pǝyda bolƣinimdila mǝn gunaⱨta boldum.
6 Look, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Sǝn adǝmlǝrning qin ⱪǝlbidin sǝmimiylik tǝlǝp ⱪilisǝn; Iqimdiki yoxurun jaylirimda Sǝn manga danaliⱪni bildürisǝn.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Meni [gunaⱨlirimdin] zofa bilǝn taziliƣaysǝn, Ⱨǝm mǝn pak bolimǝn; Meni pakpakiz yuƣaysǝn, mǝn ⱪardinmu aⱪ bolimǝn.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
Manga xad-huram awazlarni anglatⱪaysǝn; Xuning bilǝn Sǝn ǝzgǝn ustihanlirim yǝnǝ xadlinidu.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
Gunaⱨlirimdin qirayingni yoxurup, Yamanliⱪlirimni ɵqüriwǝtkǝysǝn.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Mǝndǝ pak ⱪǝlb yaratⱪaysǝn, i Huda; Wujumdiki sadiⱪ roⱨimni yengiliƣaysǝn.
11 Do not throw me from your presence, and do not take your holy Spirit from me.
Meni ⱨuzurungdin qiⱪiriwǝtmigǝysǝn; Meningdin Muⱪǝddǝs Roⱨingni ⱪayturuwalmiƣaysǝn.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
Aⱨ, nijatliⱪingdiki xadliⱪni manga yengibaxtin ⱨes ⱪildurƣaysǝn; Itaǝtmǝn roⱨ arⱪiliⱪ meni yɵligǝysǝn.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.
Buning bilǝn mǝn itaǝtsizlǝrgǝ yolliringni ɵgitǝy, Wǝ gunaⱨkarlar yeningƣa ⱪaytidu.
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
Ⱪan tɵküx gunaⱨidin meni ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn, I Huda, manga nijatliⱪ bǝrgüqi Huda, Xuning bilǝn tilim ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪingni yangritip küylǝydu.
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth shall declare your praise.
I Rǝbbim, lǝwlirimni aqⱪaysǝn, Aƣzim mǝdⱨiyiliringni bayan ⱪilidu.
16 For you do not delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
Qünki Sǝn ⱪurbanliⱪni hux kɵrmǝysǝn; Bolmisa sunar idim; Kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardinmu hursǝnlik tapmaysǝn.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
Huda ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan ⱪurbanliⱪlar sunuⱪ bir roⱨtur; Sunuⱪ wǝ ezilgǝn ⱪǝlbni Sǝn kǝmsitmǝysǝn, i Huda;
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Xapaiting bilǝn Zionƣa meⱨribanliⱪni kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn; Yerusalemning sepillirini yengibaxtin bina ⱪilƣaysǝn!
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
U qaƣda Sǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪtin bolƣan ⱪurbanliⱪlardin, kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardin, Pütünlǝy kɵydürülgǝn kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪlardin hursǝnlik tapisǝn; U qaƣda adǝmlǝr ⱪurbangaⱨingƣa buⱪa-ɵküzlǝrni tǝⱪdim ⱪilixidu.

< Psalms 51 >