Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me: give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.
Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, men Sanga nida qildim; Yénimgha tézdin kelgeysen; Sanga nida qilghinimda awazimni anglighaysen.
2 Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee; the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Duayimni anglighiningda, Sanga sunulghan xushbuydek yéqimliq bolsun, Qolumning kötürülüshi sunulghan kechlik qurbanliqtek qobul bolsun.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my tips.
Aghzim aldida közetchi turghuzghaysen, i Perwerdigar; Lewlirim derwazisini saqlighaysen;
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to be occupied in deeds of wickedness with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Könglümni héchqandaq yaman ishqa, Qebihlik qilghuchilargha shérik bolup, rezillik qilishqa mayil qilmighaysen. Méni ularning németliridin héch yégüzmigeysen!
5 Let the righteous smite me, [it shall be] a kindness; and let him reprove me, [it shall be as] oil upon the head; let not my head refuse it: for even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
Heqqaniy adem méni ursun — Bu manga méhribanliqtur; Manga tenbih bersun — Bu bolsa, béshim ret qilmaydighan, quyulghan ésil maydek bolidu. Chünki méning duayim yenila shularning rezilliklirige qarshi bolidu.
6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; and they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Ularning hakimliri tik yarlardin tashliwétilgende, [Xelq] méning sözlirimni anglaydu; Chünki bu sözler shérindur.
7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth. (Sheol h7585)
Birsi otun yarghanda yerge chéchilghan yérindilardek, Mana, ustixanlirimiz tehtisara ishiki aldida chéchiwétildi; (Sheol h7585)
8 For mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee do I put my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Berheq, közlirim Sangila tikilip qaraydu, Perwerdigar Rebbim; Sanga tayinimen; Jénimni xarab qilip tashliwetmigeysen.
9 Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Ularning manga salghan qiltiqidin, Qebihlik qilghuchilarning tuzaqliridin méni saqlighaysen;
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Reziller özining torlirigha yiqilsun, Men bolsam — ötüp kétimen.
