Psalms 60
1 To the Chief Musician. Upon "The Lily of Testimony." A precious Psalm of David, to instruct. When he waged war with Aram-neharaim, and with Aram-zobah, —and then Joab returned and smote of Edom in the Valley of Salt, twelve thousand. O God, thou hast rejected us—hast scattered us, Thou hast been angry, Wilt thou restore us?
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Guwahliq niluperi» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi: — (Dawut Aram-Naharaim we Aram-Zobahdiki Suriyelikler bilen jeng qilghanda, [uning serdari bolghan] Yoab jengge qayta bérip, «Shor wadisi»da Édomdikilerdin on ikki ming eskerni qilichlighan chaghda yézilghan) I Xuda, Sen bizni chetke qaqting; Bizni pare-pare qiliwetting, Sen bizdin renjiding; Emdi bizni yéninggha qayturghin!
2 Thou hast shaken the land—hast rent it, Heal thou the fractures thereof—for it hath tottered:
Sen zéminni tewritip yériwetkeniding; Emdi uning bösüklirini saqaytqaysen; Chünki u deldengship ketti!
3 Thou hast suffered thy people to see hardship, Thou hast let them drink the wine of confusion.
Sen Öz xelqingge külpet-xarliqlarni körgüzdüng; Sen bizge alaqzadilikning sharabini ichküzdüng.
4 Thou hadst given—to them that revere thee—a banner, to float aloft, Because of [thy] faithfulness. (Selah)
Sen Özüngdin eyminidighanlargha tugh tiklep bergensen; U heqiqetni ayan qilishqa kötürülidu. (Sélah)
5 That thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save thou with thine own right hand—and answer us.
Öz söygenliring nijatliq tépishi üchün, Ong qolung bilen qutquzghaysen, [Duayimni] ijabet qilghaysen.
6 God, hath spoken in his holiness—I will exult! I will apportion Shechem, And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Xuda Öz pak-muqeddeslikide shundaq dégen: — «Men tentene qilimen, Men Shekem diyarini bölüp bérimen, Sukkot wadisini [teqsim qilishqa] ölcheymen.
7 Mine, is Gilead—and mine, Manasseh, But, Ephraim, is the defence, of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Giléad Manga mensuptur, Manassehmu Manga mensuptur; Efraim bolsa béshimdiki dubulghamdur, Yehuda Méning emr-perman chiqarghuchimdur;
8 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.
Moab Méning yuyunush jawurumdur; Édomgha choruqumni tashlaymen; Filistiye, Méning sewebimdin tentene qilinglar!»
9 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom!
Kim Méni bu mustehkem sheherge bashlap kirelisun? Kim Méni Édomgha élip baralisun?
10 Is it not, thou, O God?—thou hast rejected us! And wilt thou not go forth, O God, with our hosts?
I Xuda, Sen bizni rasttinla chetke qaqtingmu? Qoshunlirimiz bilen bille jengge chiqmamsen?
11 Grant us help out of distress, For, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
12 In God, we shall do valiantly, He himself, therefore, will tread down our adversaries.
Xuda arqiliq biz choqum baturluq körsitimiz; Bizge zulum qilghuchilarni cheyligüchi del U Özidur!
