Psalms 79
1 A Melody of Asaph. O God, nations, Have entered thine inheritance, Have profaned thy holy temple, —Have laid Jerusalem in heaps:
Asaf yazƣan küy: — I Huda, ǝllǝr Ɵz mirasingƣa bɵsüp kirdi; Ular Sening muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanangni bulƣidi; Yerusalemni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ harabilǝrgǝ aylandurdi.
2 They have given, The dead bodies of thy servants, As food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy men of lovingkindness, Unto the wild beast of the earth:
Ular ⱪulliringning jǝsǝtlirini asmandiki uqar-ⱪanatlarƣa yǝm ⱪilip, Mɵmin bǝndiliringning ǝtlirini daladiki ⱨaywanatlarƣa taxlap bǝrdi.
3 They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.
Ular hǝlⱪingning ⱪanlirini Yerusalem ǝtrapida sudǝk aⱪⱪuzdi, Jǝsǝtlirini kɵmgili birǝr adǝmmu ⱪaldurmidi.
4 We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, —A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.
Ⱪoxnilirimiz aldida rǝswaƣa ⱪalduⱪ, Ətrapimizdikilǝrgǝ mǝshirǝ wǝ mazaⱪ obyekti bolduⱪ.
5 How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?
Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ, i Pǝrwǝrdigar? Sǝn mǝnggügǝ ƣǝzǝplinǝmsǝn? Sening yüriking ot bolup ɵrtiniwerǝmdu?
6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called.
Ⱪǝⱨringni Seni tonumiƣan ǝllǝr üstigǝ, Namingni bilmigǝn padixaⱨliⱪlar üstigǝ tɵkkǝysǝn!
7 For he hath devoured Jacob, —And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste.
Qünki ular Yaⱪupni yalmap, Uning makanini harabilikkǝ aylanduruwǝtti.
8 Do not remember against us former iniquities, —Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low!
Ata-bowilirimizning ⱪǝbiⱨliklirini bizgǝ ⱨesablimiƣaysǝn; Rǝⱨimdilliⱪliring bizning yenimizƣa qapsan kǝlgǝy! Qünki biz intayin pǝs ǝⱨwalƣa qüxürülduⱪ.
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, on account of the glory of thy Name, —Rescue us then, and put a propitiatory-covering over our sins, For the sake of thy Name.
Ɵz namingning xɵⱨriti üqün bizgǝ yardǝm ⱪilƣaysǝn, i nijatliⱪimizning Hudasi, Naming üqün bizni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, gunaⱨlirimizni kafarǝt ⱪilip kǝqürgǝysǝn;
10 Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! [Yea! By] the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!
Əllǝr nemixⱪa: «Ularning Hudasi ⱪǝyǝrdǝ?» dǝp mazaⱪ ⱪilixidu? Ⱪulliring tɵkkǝn ⱪan ⱪǝrzining ⱨesabi ǝllǝr arisida, kɵz aldimizda ⱪilinsun.
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee, —According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death.
Əsirlǝrning aⱨ-zarliri aldingƣa kǝlgǝy; Bilikingning uluƣluⱪi bilǝn, ɵlümgǝ buyrulƣanlarni saⱪliƣaysǝn.
12 Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!
I Rǝb, yat ⱪoxnilirimizning Sanga ⱪilƣan zor ⱨaⱪaritini yǝttǝ ⱨǝssǝ ⱪoxup ɵzlirigǝ, Yǝni ularning iqi-baƣriƣa ⱪayturƣaysǝn;
13 So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding, —To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilip, Sening hǝlⱪing — Ɵzüng baⱪⱪan ⱪoyliring bolƣan bizlǝr, Sanga mǝnggügǝ tǝxǝkkürlǝr eytimiz, Əwladtin ǝwladⱪiqǝ Sening mǝdⱨiyiliringni ayan ⱪilimiz.
