Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigarni bashpanahim qildim; Emdi siler qandaqmu manga: «Qushtek öz téghinggha uchup qach!

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Chünki mana, reziller kamanni tartip, Qarangghuluqtin köngli duruslargha qaritip atmaqchi bolup, Ular oqni kirichqa sélip qoydi;

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

«Ullar halak qilinsa, Emdi heqqaniylar némimu qilar?»» — dewatisiler?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Perwerdigar Özining muqeddes ibadetxanisididur, Perwerdigarning texti asmanlardidur; U nezer salidu, Uning sezgür közliri insan balilirini közitip, sinaydu.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Perwerdigar heqqaniy ademni sinaydu; Rezillerge we zorawanliqqa xushtarlargha u ich-ichidin nepretlinidu.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

U rezillerge qapqanlar, ot we günggürtni yaghduridu; Pizhghirim qiziq shamal ularning qedehidiki nésiwisi bolidu.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

Chünki Perwerdigar heqqaniydur; Heqqaniyliq Uning amriqidur; Köngli duruslar Uning didarini köridu.