Psalms 88
1 “A psalm of the sons of Korah. For the leader of the music. Upon wind instruments. A psalm of Heman, the Ezrahite.” O LORD, God of my salvation! To thee do I cry by day, And by night is my prayer before thee!
Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Maxalat-léanot» ahangida oqulsun dep, Ezraliq Héman yazghan «Masqil»: — I Perwerdigar, nijatliqim bolghan Xuda, Kéche-kündüz Sanga nale qilip keldim.
2 Let my supplication come before thee; Incline thine ear to my cry!
Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
Chünki derdlerdin jénim toyghan, Hayatim tehtisaragha yéqinlashqan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted with those who are going down to the pit; I am like one who hath no strength.
Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
5 I am left to myself among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom thou no more rememberest, And who are cut off from thy [[protecting]] hand.
Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
6 Thou hast placed me in a deep pit, In a dark and deep abyss.
Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
7 Thy wrath presseth hard upon me, And thou afflictest me with all thy waves! (Pause)
Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
8 Thou hast put mine acquaintances far from me, Yea, thou hast made me their abhorrence: I am shut up, and cannot go forth.
Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
9 Mine eyes languish by reason of my affliction. I call upon thee daily, O LORD! To thee do I stretch out my hands!
Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
10 Canst thou show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise, and praise thee? (Pause)
Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
11 Shall thy goodness be declared in the grave, Or thy faithfulness in the place of corruption?
Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark, And thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
13 To thee do I cry, O LORD! In the morning doth my cry come before thee.
Biraq men bolsam, Perwerdigar, Sanga peryad kötürimen, Tang seherde duayim aldinggha kiridu.
14 Why, O LORD! dost thou cast me off? Why hidest thou thy face from me?
I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
15 I have been afflicted and languishing from my youth; I suffer thy terrors, and am distracted.
Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
16 Thy fierce wrath overwhelmeth me; Thy terrors utterly destroy me.
Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
17 They surround me daily like water; They compass me about together.
Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
18 Lover and friend hast thou put far from me; My acquaintances are withdrawn from my sight.
Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
