Psalms 41
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the day of evil.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ƣerib-ajizlarƣa ƣǝmhorluⱪ ⱪilƣan kixi nǝⱪǝdǝr bǝhtlik-ⱨǝ! Eƣir künlǝrdǝ Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa panaⱨ bolidu.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive, and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.
Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪoƣdap, uni aman saⱪlaydu; U zeminda turup bǝhtiyar yaxaydu; Sǝn uni düxmǝnlirining ihtiyariƣa qüxürmǝysǝn!
3 The LORD will support him upon the couch of languishing: thou makest all his bed in his sickness.
Orun tutup zǝiplixip yatⱪinida, Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa dǝrman bolidu; Sǝn uning yatⱪan orun-kɵrpilirini raslap tüzǝxtürüp turisǝn.
4 I said, O LORD, have mercy upon me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Mǝn iltija ⱪilip: — «I Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn, Jenimƣa xipaliⱪ bǝrgǝysǝn; Qünki mǝn aldingda gunaⱨ ⱪildim» — dedim.
5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When shall he die, and his name perish?
Düxmǝnlirim mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «U ⱪaqanmu ɵlüp, nami-nǝsli ⱪurup ketǝr?» — dǝp manga yamanliⱪ tilǝydu.
6 And if he come to see [me], he speaketh vanity; his heart gathereth iniquity to itself: when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
Birsi meni kɵrgili kǝlgǝn bolsa, U aldamqi sɵzlǝrni ⱪilidu; Ular kǝynimdin kɵnglidǝ xumluⱪ toplap, Andin sirtlarƣa qiⱪip xu ixlarni tarⱪitip po atidu;
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
Manga ɵq bolƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi manga ⱪarita ɵzara kusurlixidu, Ular manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪǝstidǝ bolidu.
8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Ular: «Uning bexiƣa jin-xǝytandin bir kesǝl qaplaxti; Əmdi u orun tutup yetip ⱪaldi; U ⱪaytidin turalmaydu» — deyixidu.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
Ⱨǝtta sirdixim dǝp ixǝngǝn ⱪǝdinas dostum, Mǝn bilǝn ⱨǝmdastihan bolup tuzumni yegǝnmu manga put atti.
10 But thou, O LORD, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
Biraⱪ Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga rǝⱨim ⱪilƣaysǝn; Düxmǝnlirimdin intiⱪam elixⱪa, Meni turƣuzƣaysǝn;
11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
Düxminimning üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilip xadlanmiƣinidin, Seni mǝndin sɵyünidu, dǝp bilimǝn.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
Biraⱪ manga kǝlsǝk, durus bolƣanliⱪimdin, sǝn meni yɵlǝysǝn; Sǝn meni mǝnggü Ɵz ⱨuzurungda ⱪǝd kɵtürütküzüp turƣuzisǝn.
13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
Israilning Hudasi Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulƣay! Amin! Amin!
