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?
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Guwaⱨliⱪ nilupǝri» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küyi: — (Dawut Aram-Naⱨaraim wǝ Aram-Zobaⱨdiki Suriyǝliklǝr bilǝn jǝng ⱪilƣanda, [uning sǝrdari bolƣan] Yoab jǝnggǝ ⱪayta berip, «Xor wadisi»da Edomdikilǝrdin on ikki ming ǝskǝrni ⱪiliqliƣan qaƣda yezilƣan) I Huda, Sǝn bizni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪting; Bizni parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwǝtting, Sǝn bizdin rǝnjiding; Əmdi bizni yeningƣa ⱪayturƣin!
2 Thou hast shaken the land—hast rent it, Heal thou the fractures thereof—for it hath tottered:
Sǝn zeminni tǝwritip yeriwǝtkǝniding; Əmdi uning bɵsüklirini saⱪaytⱪaysǝn; Qünki u dǝldǝngxip kǝtti!
3 Thou hast suffered thy people to see hardship, Thou hast let them drink the wine of confusion.
Sǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪinggǝ külpǝt-harliⱪlarni kɵrgüzdüng; Sǝn bizgǝ alaⱪzadilikning xarabini iqküzdüng.
4 Thou hadst given—to them that revere thee—a banner, to float aloft, Because of [thy] faithfulness. (Selah)
Sǝn Ɵzüngdin ǝyminidiƣanlarƣa tuƣ tiklǝp bǝrgǝnsǝn; U ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni ayan ⱪilixⱪa kɵtürülidu. (Selaⱨ)
5 That thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save thou with thine own right hand—and answer us.
Ɵz sɵygǝnliring nijatliⱪ tepixi üqün, Ong ⱪolung bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, [Duayimni] ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn.
6 God, hath spoken in his holiness—I will exult! I will apportion Shechem, And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Huda Ɵz pak-muⱪǝddǝslikidǝ xundaⱪ degǝn: — «Mǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn Xǝkǝm diyarini bɵlüp berimǝn, Sukkot wadisini [tǝⱪsim ⱪilixⱪa] ɵlqǝymǝn.
7 Mine, is Gilead—and mine, Manasseh, But, Ephraim, is the defence, of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Gilead Manga mǝnsuptur, Manassǝⱨmu Manga mǝnsuptur; Əfraim bolsa beximdiki dubulƣamdur, Yǝⱨuda Mening ǝmr-pǝrman qiⱪarƣuqimdur;
8 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.
Moab Mening yuyunux jawurumdur; Edomƣa qoruⱪumni taxlaymǝn; Filistiyǝ, Mening sǝwǝbimdin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinglar!»
9 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom!
Kim Meni bu mustǝⱨkǝm xǝⱨǝrgǝ baxlap kirǝlisun? Kim Meni Edomƣa elip baralisun?
10 Is it not, thou, O God?—thou hast rejected us! And wilt thou not go forth, O God, with our hosts?
I Huda, Sǝn bizni rasttinla qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪtingmu? Ⱪoxunlirimiz bilǝn billǝ jǝnggǝ qiⱪmamsǝn?
11 Grant us help out of distress, For, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Bizni zulumlardin ⱪutuluxⱪa yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, Qünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
12 In God, we shall do valiantly, He himself, therefore, will tread down our adversaries.
Huda arⱪiliⱪ biz qoⱪum baturluⱪ kɵrsitimiz; Bizgǝ zulum ⱪilƣuqilarni qǝyligüqi dǝl U Ɵzidur!
