Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Dawut ɵz oƣli Abxalomdin ⱪeqip yürgǝn künlǝrdǝ yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni ⱪistawatⱪanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵpiyip kǝtkǝn, Mǝn bilǝn ⱪarxilixiwatⱪanlar nemidegǝn kɵp!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Nurƣunlar mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «Hudadin uningƣa ⱨeq nijat yoⱪtur!» deyixiwatidu. (Selaⱨ)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Biraⱪ Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝtrapimdiki ⱪalⱪandursǝn; Xan-xǝripim ⱨǝm beximni yɵligüqidursǝn!
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Awazim bilǝn mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪilimǝn, U muⱪǝddǝs teƣidin ijabǝt beridu. (Selaⱨ)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Mǝn bolsam yattim, uhlidim; Oyƣandim, qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yar-yɵlǝk bolidu.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Meni ⱪorxap sǝp tüzgǝn tümǝnligǝn adǝmlǝr bolsimu, Mǝn ulardin ⱪorⱪmaymǝn!
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin tur! Meni ⱪutⱪuz, i Hudayim! Mening barliⱪ düxmǝnlirimning tǝstikigǝ salƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning qixlirini qeⱪiwǝtkǝysǝn!
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Nijatliⱪ bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Bǝrikiting Ɵz hǝlⱪingdǝ bolsun! (Selaⱨ)
