Psalms 55
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed Instruments. A Psalm of Instruction, of David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And do not hide thyself from my supplication:
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Huda, duayimni angliƣaysǝn; Tilikimdin ɵzüngni ⱪaqurmiƣaysǝn,
2 Attend unto me, and answer me, I may ramble in my complaining, And be driven to and fro—
Manga ⱪulaⱪ selip, jawab bǝrgǝysǝn; Mǝn dad-pǝryad iqidǝ kezip, Aⱨ-zar qekip yürimǝn;
3 Because of the noise of the enemy, By reason of the oppression of the lawless one, For they would let trouble drop upon me, And, in anger, would they entrap me.
Sǝwǝbi düxmǝnning tǝⱨditliri, rǝzillǝrning zulumliri; Ular beximƣa awariqiliklǝrni tɵkidu; Ular ƣǝzǝplinip manga adawǝt saⱪlaydu.
4 My heart, would writhe within me, And, the terrors of Death, have fallen upon me:
Iqimdǝ yürikim tolƣinip kǝtti; Ɵlüm wǝⱨxǝtliri wujudumni ⱪaplidi.
5 Fear and trembling, would enter me, And there would have overwhelmed me—a horror!
Ⱪorⱪunq wǝ titrǝk beximƣa qüxti, Dǝⱨxǝt meni qɵmküwaldi.
6 Then I said—Oh that there were given me a pinion, like a dove, I would fly away and be at rest:
Mǝn: — «Kǝptǝrdǝk ⱪanitim bolsiqu kaxki, Uqup berip aramgaⱨ tapar idim» — dedim.
7 Lo! I would take a distant flight, I would tarry in the wilderness. (Selah)
— «Yiraⱪ jaylarƣa ⱪeqip, Qɵl-bayawanlarda makanlixar idim; (Selaⱨ)
8 I would hasten mine escape, From rushing wind, from storm.
Boran-qapⱪunlardin, Ⱪara ⱪuyundin ⱪeqip, panaⱨgaⱨƣa aldirar idim!».
9 Confuse, O My Lord, divide their speech, For I have seen violence and contention in the city;
Ularni yutuwǝtkǝysǝn, i Rǝb; Tillirini bɵlüwǝtkǝysǝn; Qünki xǝⱨǝr iqidǝ zorawanliⱪ ⱨǝm jedǝlhorluⱪni kɵrdüm.
10 Day and night, they go round her, upon her walls, And, trouble and misery, are in her midst;
Ular keqǝ-kündüz sepillǝr üstidǝ ƣadiyip yürmǝktǝ; Xǝⱨǝr iqini ⱪabaⱨǝt wǝ xumluⱪ ⱪaplidi.
11 Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.
Ⱨaram arzu-ⱨǝwǝslǝr uning iqidǝ turidu, Sahtiliⱪ wǝ ⱨiylǝ-mikirlik, koqilardin kǝtmǝydu.
12 For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, —Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;
Əgǝr düxmǝn meni mǝshirǝ ⱪilƣan bolsa, uningƣa sǝwr ⱪilattim; Biraⱪ meni kǝmsitip, ɵzini mahtiƣan adǝm manga ɵqmǝnlǝrdin ǝmǝs idi; Əgǝr xundaⱪ bolƣan bolsa, uningdin ɵzümni ⱪaqurattim;
13 But it is, thou, a man esteemed as mine equal, mine associate, and mine acquaintance;
Lekin buni ⱪilƣan sǝn ikǝnlikingni — Mening buradirim, sirdixim, ǝziz dostum bolup qiⱪixingni oylimaptimǝn!
14 So that together have we been wont to find sweetness in counsel, In the house of God, used we to walk in the throng.
Halayiⱪⱪa ⱪetilip, Hudaning ɵyigǝ ikkimiz billǝ mangƣaniduⱪ, Ɵzara xerin paranglarda bolƣaniduⱪ;
15 Desolations on them! Let them go down into hades alive, For, wicked doings, are at home within them. (Sheol h7585)
Muxundaⱪ [satⱪunlarni] ɵlüm tuyuⱪsiz qɵqitiwǝtsun! Ular tǝⱨtisaraƣa tirik qüxkǝy! Qünki ularning makanlirida, ularning arisida rǝzillik turmaⱪta. (Sheol h7585)
16 I, unto God, will cry, —And, Yahweh, will save me.
Lekin mǝn bolsam, Hudaƣa nida ⱪilimǝn; Pǝrwǝrdigar meni ⱪutⱪuzidu.
17 At evening and morning and high noon, have I been wont to lament and complain, And he hath heard my voice!
Ətigini, ahximi wǝ qüxtǝ, Dǝrdimni tɵküp pǝryad kɵtürimǝn; U jǝzmǝn sadayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salidu.
18 He hath completely redeemed my soul, out of the attack upon me, For, in multitudes, were they [in conflict] with me.
U manga ⱪarxi ⱪilinƣan jǝngdin meni aman ⱪilidu; Gǝrqǝ kɵp adǝmlǝr meni ⱪorxawƣa alƣan bolsimu.
19 GOD will hear, Yea He will humble them who aforetime sat [enthroned]. (Selah) With whom are no changings, Neither have they revered God.
Tǝngri — ǝzǝldin tǝhttǝ olturup kǝlgüqi! [U nalǝmni] anglap ularni bir tǝrǝp ⱪilidu; (Selaⱨ) Qünki ularda ⱨeq ɵzgirixlǝr bolmidi; Ular Hudadin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmaydu.
20 He hath thrust forth his hands, against them he was wont to salute, he hath violated his covenant;
[Ⱨeliⱪi buradirim] ɵzi bilǝn dost bolƣanlarƣa muxt kɵtürdi; Ɵz ǝⱨdisini buzup taxlidi.
21 Smoother than curds, were [the words of] his mouth, But, war, was [in] his heart, —Softer his words than oil, Yet, they, were drawn swords!
Aƣzi seriⱪ maydinmu yumxaⱪ, Biraⱪ kɵngli jǝngdur uning; Uning sɵzliri yaƣdinmu siliⱪ, Əmǝliyǝttǝ suƣurup alƣan ⱪiliqlardur.
22 Cast upon Yahweh thy lot, and, he, will sustain thee: He will not suffer, to times age-abiding, the righteous one to be shaken.
Yüküngni Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa taxlap ⱪoy, U seni yɵlǝydu; U ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarni ⱨǝrgiz tǝwrǝtmǝydu.
23 But, thou, O God, wilt bring them down to the pit of destruction, Men of bloodshed and deceit, shall not live out half their days; But, I, will trust in thee.
Biraⱪ, sǝn Huda axu rǝzillǝrni ⱨalakǝt ⱨangiƣa qüxürisǝn; Ⱪanhorlar wǝ ⱨiyligǝrlǝr ɵmrining yeriminimu kɵrmǝydu; Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam, sanga tayinimǝn.
