Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Dawutning «Xiggaon»i: — Kux isimlik bir Binyaminliⱪning sɵzliri toƣruluⱪ eytⱪan küyi: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, mening Hudayim, mǝn Sanga tayandim; Ulardin biri xirdǝk meni titma-titma ⱪiliwǝtmisun, Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqi yoⱪluⱪidin paydilinip meni eziwǝtmisun, Meni barliⱪ ⱪoƣliƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣin, Ulardin halas ⱪilƣin;
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, ǝgǝr ⱪolumda ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣan bolsam, Əgǝr xundaⱪ ⱪilƣan bolsam: —
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
Əgǝr mǝn bilǝn inaⱪ ɵtküqigǝ yamanliⱪ ⱪayturƣan bolsam, — (Əksiqǝ mǝn bilǝn bikardin-bikar düxmǝnlǝxkǝnnimu ⱪutⱪuzdum) —
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
— Undaⱪta, düxmǝn meni ⱪoƣlap tutuwalsun, U jenimni qǝylǝp yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilsun, Xɵⱨritimni tupraⱪⱪa kɵmsun!
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ƣǝziping bilǝn ornungdin turƣin, Meni ǝzgǝnlǝrning ⱪǝⱨrigǝ taⱪabil turuxⱪa ⱪǝddingni rusliƣin, Wǝ mening üqün oyƣanƣin; Sǝn sot wǝ ⱨɵkümni bekitkǝnidingƣu!
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Hǝlⱪlǝrdin bolƣan jamaǝt ǝtirapingƣa olixidu; Sǝn ular üqün pǝlǝktiki ornungƣa ⱪaytip barƣaysǝn.
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Pǝrwǝrdigar hǝlⱪlǝrning üstidin ⱨɵküm qiⱪiridu; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵz ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim boyiqǝ, Wǝ ɵzümdǝ bolƣan durusliⱪim boyiqǝ, Manga ⱨɵküm qiⱪarƣaysǝn.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Aⱨ, rǝzillǝrning yamanliⱪi ahirlaxsun! Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝmni qing turƣuzƣaysǝn; I, adǝm ⱪǝlblirini ⱨǝm iqlirini siniƣuqi ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy Huda!
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Mening ⱪalⱪinim bolsa, Durus niyǝtliklǝrni ⱪutⱪuzƣuqi Hudadidur;
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Huda adil sotqidur, U kün boyi gunaⱨtin rǝnjiydiƣan Ilaⱨtur;
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Birsi [yaman] yolidin yanmisa, U ⱪiliqini bilǝydu, Ya oⱪini tartip bǝtlǝp ⱪoyidu.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Xundaⱪ adǝmlǝr üqün U ɵlüm ⱪorallirini tǝyyarlidi; U oⱪlirini kɵydürgüqi oⱪ ⱪildi.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Mana, muxundaⱪ kixilǝr tolƣaⱪta ⱪǝbiⱨlik tuƣmaⱪqi, Uning boyida ⱪalƣini yamanliⱪtur; Uning tuƣⱪini bolsa sahtiliⱪtur.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
U bir orini kolap, uni qongⱪur ⱪildi; U ɵzi koliƣan oriƣa yiⱪilip qüxti.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Ɵzining yamanliⱪi bexiƣa ⱪaytip kelidu, Ɵz zorawanliⱪi bolsa ɵz üstigǝ ⱪaytip qüxidu.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪi bilǝn mǝdⱨiyǝlǝymǝn, Ⱨǝmmidin yuⱪiri turƣuqi Pǝrwǝrdigarning namini yangritip, küy ⱪilip eytimǝn.
