Psalms 6
1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, tarliq sazlar hem sekkiz tarliq arfa bilen oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, gheziping tutqanda méni eyiblime; Qehring kelgende méni edeplime.
2 Be gracious to me, YHWH, for I am frail. YHWH, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
Manga shapaet qilghin, i Perwerdigar, chünki men zeipliship kettim; I Perwerdigar, méni saqaytqin, chünki méning ustixanlirim wehimige chüshti.
3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, YHWH, how long?
Méning jénim dehshetlik dekke-dükkige chüshti; I Perwerdigar, qachan’ghiche shundaq bolidu?
4 Return, YHWH. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
Yénimgha qayt, i Perwerdigar, jénimni azad qilghaysen, Özgermes muhebbiting üchün méni qutquzghin.
Chünki ölümde bolsa Sanga séghinishlar yoq; Tehtisarada kim Sanga teshekkürlerni éytsun? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
Méning uh tartishlirimdin maghdurum qalmidi; Tün boyi orun-körpemni kölchek qilimen; Yashlirim bilen kariwitimni chöktürimen.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Derdlerdin közüm xireliship ketti; Barliq küshendilirim tüpeylidin közüm kardin chiqiwatidu.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for YHWH has heard the sound of my weeping.
I qebihlik qilghuchilar, hemminglar mendin néri bolunglar; Chünki Perwerdigar yigha awazimni anglidi.
9 YHWH has heard my plea. YHWH has accepted my prayer.
Perwerdigar tilawitimni anglidi; Perwerdigar duayimni ijabet qilidu;
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
Düshmenlirimning hemmisi yerge qarap qalidu, ular zor parakendichilikke duchar bolidu; Tuyuqsiz keynige yénip xijalette qalidu.
