Psalms 41
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ƣerib-ajizlarƣa ƣǝmhorluⱪ ⱪilƣan kixi nǝⱪǝdǝr bǝhtlik-ⱨǝ! Eƣir künlǝrdǝ Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa panaⱨ bolidu.
2 Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!
Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪoƣdap, uni aman saⱪlaydu; U zeminda turup bǝhtiyar yaxaydu; Sǝn uni düxmǝnlirining ihtiyariƣa qüxürmǝysǝn!
3 Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.
Orun tutup zǝiplixip yatⱪinida, Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa dǝrman bolidu; Sǝn uning yatⱪan orun-kɵrpilirini raslap tüzǝxtürüp turisǝn.
4 I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou 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 ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
Düxmǝnlirim mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «U ⱪaqanmu ɵlüp, nami-nǝsli ⱪurup ketǝr?» — dǝp manga yamanliⱪ tilǝydu.
6 And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, 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 Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.
Manga ɵq bolƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi manga ⱪarita ɵzara kusurlixidu, Ular manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪǝstidǝ bolidu.
8 An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.
Ular: «Uning bexiƣa jin-xǝytandin bir kesǝl qaplaxti; Əmdi u orun tutup yetip ⱪaldi; U ⱪaytidin turalmaydu» — deyixidu.
9 Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!
Ⱨǝtta sirdixim dǝp ixǝngǝn ⱪǝdinas dostum, Mǝn bilǝn ⱨǝmdastihan bolup tuzumni yegǝnmu manga put atti.
10 But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.
Biraⱪ Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga rǝⱨim ⱪilƣaysǝn; Düxmǝnlirimdin intiⱪam elixⱪa, Meni turƣuzƣaysǝn;
11 Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.
Düxminimning üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilip xadlanmiƣinidin, Seni mǝndin sɵyünidu, dǝp bilimǝn.
12 But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.
Biraⱪ manga kǝlsǝk, durus bolƣanliⱪimdin, sǝn meni yɵlǝysǝn; Sǝn meni mǝnggü Ɵz ⱨuzurungda ⱪǝd kɵtürütküzüp turƣuzisǝn.
13 Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!
Israilning Hudasi Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturulƣay! Amin! Amin!
