Psalms 4
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed instruments. A Melody of David. When I cry, answer me, O mine own righteous God, In a strait place, thou hast made room for me, Show me favour, and hear my prayer.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy. — Mǝn nida ⱪilƣinimda, manga jawab bǝrgǝysǝn, I manga ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim ata ⱪilƣuqi Huda! Besim astida ⱪalƣanda Sǝn meni kǝngriqilikkǝ qiⱪarding; Manga meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsitip, duayimni angla!
2 Ye sons of the great! how long, turning my glory to contempt, will ye love emptiness, will ye seek falsehood? (Selah)
I insan baliliri, silǝr mening xan-xǝripimni ⱪaqanƣiqǝ aⱨanǝtkǝ ⱪaldurisilǝr? Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ biⱨudilikni sɵyüp, Yalƣanni izdǝp yürisilǝr? (Selaⱨ)
3 Know ye, then, that Yahweh hath set apart the man of lovingkindness for himself: Yahweh, will hear, when I cry to him.
Biraⱪ xuni bilip ⱪoyunglarki, Pǝrwǝrdigar ihlasmǝnlǝrni Ɵzigǝ has ⱪilƣan; Mǝn Uningƣa nida ⱪilƣinimda, Pǝrwǝrdigar anglaydu.
4 Be deeply moved, but do not sin, —Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. (Selah)
Aqqiⱪinglarƣa berilip, gunaⱨ ⱪilmanglar; Ɵz ornunglarda yetip, ⱪǝlbinglarda qongⱪur oylinip, Süküt ⱪilinglar. (Selaⱨ)
5 Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness; and put your trust in Yahweh.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪ bilǝn ⱪurbanliⱪlarni ⱪilinglar, Wǝ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayininglar.
6 Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.
Kɵp hǝlⱪ: — «Kim bizgǝ yahxiliⱪ kɵrsitǝlisun?» — dǝp sorimaⱪta; Jamalingning nuri üstimizgǝ qüxsun, i Pǝrwǝrdigar!
7 Thou hast put gladness in my heart, —beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.
Axliⱪ wǝ yengi xarabliri molqiliⱪ bolƣanlarning huxalliⱪidinmu, Mening ⱪǝlbimni bǝkrǝk huxalliⱪⱪa toldurdung.
8 In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.
Mǝn yatay, ⱨǝm hatirjǝmliktǝ uhliwalay; Qünki meni bihǝtǝrliktǝ yaxatⱪuqi pǝⱪǝtla Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar!
