Psalms 57
1 To the Chief Musician. "Do not destroy." A precious Psalm, of David. When he fled from the face of Saul into the Cave. Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, —And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi, (u Saul padishahtin qéchip, öngkürde yoshurunuwalghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xuda, manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Chünki jénim Séni panahim qildi. Mushu balayi’apet ötüp ketküche, qanatliring sayiside panah tapimen.
2 I will cry unto God Most High, Unto GOD, who accomplisheth on my behalf:
Xudagha, yeni Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchigha, Özüm üchün hemmini orunlaydighan Tengrige nida qilimen;
3 He will send out of heaven, that he may save me, He who is panting for me, hath reproached. (Selah) God will send out his lovingkindness and his faithfulness.
U ershtin yardem ewetip méni qutquzidu; Manga qarap nepsi yoghinap, méni qoghlawatqanlarni U reswa qilidu; (Sélah) Xuda Öz méhir-shepqiti we heqiqitini ewetidu!
4 My soul, is in the midst of lions, I lie down amidst flames, As for the sons of men, Their teeth, are spear and arrows, And, their tongue, is a sharp sword.
Jénim shirlar arisida qaldi; Men nepisi yalqun kebi bolghanlar arisida yatimen! Adem baliliri — Ularning chishliri neyze-oqlardur, Ularning tili — ötkür qilichtur!
5 Be exalted Above the Heavens, O God, Above all the earth, thy glory!
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
6 A net, did they fix for my steps, My soul was bowed down, —They digged before me a pit, They fell into the midst thereof! (Selah)
Ular qedemlirimge tor qurdi; Jénim égilip ketti; Ular méning yolumgha orek kolighanidi, Lékin özliri ichige chüshüp ketti.
7 Fixed is my heart, O God, Fixed is my heart, I will sing, and touch the strings.
Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilarni éytip, Berheq Séni küyleymen!
8 Awake, mine honour, Awake, harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn;
Oyghan, i rohim! I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!
9 I will thank thee, among the peoples, O My Lord, I will praise thee in song, among the races of men.
Men xelq-milletler arisida séni ulughlaymen, i Reb; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!
10 For, great, unto the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, And, unto the skies, thy faithfulness.
Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughdur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.
11 Be exalted Above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth, thy glory!
I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
