Psalms 59
1 To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A precious Psalm of David. When Saul sent, and they watched the house, to kill him. Rescue me from my foes, O my God, From them who lift themselves up against me, wilt thou set me on high:
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi; (bu [küy] Saul padishah Dawutning öyini közleshke paylaqchilarni ewetip, uni öltürüwetmekchi bolghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xudayim, düshmenlirimning changgilidin qutquzghaysen; Manga qarshi turghanlardin méni égizde aman saqlighaysen.
2 Rescue me, from the workers of iniquity, And, from the men of bloodshed, save me.
Méni yamanliq qilghuchilar changgilidin qutquzuwalghaysen, Qanxor ademlerdin méni qutquzghaysen.
3 For lo! they have lain in wait for my life, Mighty ones stir up strife against me, Without transgression of mine, and without sin of mine, O Yahweh;
Chünki mana, ular jénimni élish üchün paylimaqta, Zorawanlar manga qarshi top bolushup qestleshmekte; Bu [qilghini] mende bolghan birer asiyliq üchün emes, Yaki gunahim üchün emes, i Perwerdigar;
4 For no iniquity, do they run that they may take their stand, Rouse thyself to meet me, and see.
Mende héch sewenlik bolmisimu, ular yügürüp manga qarshi sep salidu; Méning yardimimge kélishke oyghan, [Halimni] neziringge alghaysen.
5 Thou, therefore, O Yahweh, God of hosts, God of Israel, Awake, to visit all the nations, Do not show favour to any iniquitous traitors. (Selah)
I Perwerdigar, samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Xuda, Israilning Xudasi, Barliq el-yurtlarni sotlap-jazalashqa ornungdin turghaysen; Qestleshni niyet qilghüchilarning héchqaysisigha rehim qilmighaysen. (Sélah)
6 They return at evening, They grow like a dog, And go round the city.
Ular kéchisi qaytip kélip, ghaljir ittek ghazh-ghuzh qilip, Sheherni aylinip laghaylap yürmekte.
7 Lo! they belch forth with their mouth, Swords, are in their lips, For [say they], Who doth hear?
Qara, ularning aghzidin éqiwatqan shölgeylirini! Lewliridin qilichlar chiqip turidu; Ular: «Kim angliyalaydu?» — deydu.
8 Thou, therefore, O Yahweh, wilt laugh at them, Thou wilt mock at all nations.
Lékin Sen Perwerdigar ularni mesxire qilisen; Barliq ellerni mazaq qilisen!
9 O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower.
I méning küchüm Bolghuchi! Men Sanga telmürüp qarap yürimen; Chünki Xuda méning yuqiri panahgahimdur.
10 My God of lovingkindness, will come to meet me, God, will let me look on mine adversaries.
Manga özgermes muhebbitini körsetküchi Xuda méning aldimda mangidu; Xuda manga düshmenlerning meghlubiyitini körsitidu.
11 Do not slay them, lest my people forget, Cause them to wander by thy strength, and prostrate them, [Thou] our shield, O Lord!
Biraq, [i Xuda], bularni qetl qilmay turghay; Bolmisa méning xelqim Séni untuydu. Öz küchüng bilen ularni sersan qilghaysen, Ularning béshini éghirlashturghaysen; I Reb, bizning qalqinimiz!
12 The sin of their mouth, The word of their lips, Let them then be captured in their pride, Both for the oath and for the deception they record.
Ularning aghzining buzuqluqi tüpeylidin, Lewlirining sözliri tüpeylidin, Ulardin chiqiwatqan qarghashlar hem aldamchiliqlar tüpeylidin, Ular öz tekebburluqi ichide tuzaqqa chüshkey!
13 Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, —That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Gheziping bilen bu ishlargha xatime bergeysen, Xatime bergeysen! Shuning bilen ular yoq bolidu; Shuning bilen yer yüznining chet-chetlirigiche Xudaning heqiqeten Yaqupqa hökümdarliq qilidighanliqi ayan bolghay! (Sélah)
14 Let them return, then, at evening, Let them growl like a dog, And go round the city.
Derweqe, ular hazirghiche kéchisi qaytip kélip, ghaljir ittek ghazh-ghuzh qilip, Sheherni aylinip laghaylap yüridu.
15 They, may prowl about for food, —And, if they are not satisfied, then let them whine!
Itlardek ular ozuq izdep her yerde qatraydu; Qarni toymighuche huwlap yürmekte;
16 But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, —For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.
Lékin men bolsam qudritingni küyleymen, Berheq, seherlerde özgermes muhebbitingni naxsha qilip yangritimen; Chünki Sen men üchün yuqiri qorghan, Éghir künlirimde panahgah bolup kelgensen.
17 O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower, my God of lovingkindness.
I méning küchüm Bolghuchi, Sanga küylerni éytimen; Chünki Xuda méning yuqiri qorghinimdur, Manga özgermes muhebbet körsetküchi Xudayimdur.
