Psalms 83
1 A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
Asafning küy-nahxisi: — I Huda, ün qiⱪarmay turuwalma, Jim turuwalma, süküt ⱪilip turuwalma, i Tǝngrim!
2 For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
Qünki mana, Sening düxmǝnliring dawrang ⱪilmaⱪta, Sanga ɵqmǝnlǝr bax kɵtürmǝktǝ.
3 Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
Ular ⱪuwluⱪ bilǝn Sening hǝlⱪinggǝ suyiⱪǝst ⱪilidu, Sening ⱨimayǝ ⱪilip ⱪǝdirligǝnliring bilǝn ⱪarxilixixni mǝsliⱨǝtlixidu.
4 They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.
Ular: — «Yürünglar, ularni millǝt ⱪataridin yoⱪ ⱪilayli! Israilning nami ikkinqi tilƣa elinmisun!» — demǝktǝ.
5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
Ular ⱨǝmnǝpǝs, ⱨǝmdil mǝsliⱨǝtlǝxti; Ular Sanga ⱪarxi ittipaⱪ tüzdi.
6 The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
Mana, Edom wǝ Ismaillarning qedirliri, Moab ⱨǝm Ⱨagriylar;
7 Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
Gǝbal, Ammon, wǝ Amalǝk; Filistiyǝ ⱨǝmdǝ Tur aⱨaliliri,
8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
Asuriyǝmu ularƣa ⱪoxuldi; Ular Lut oƣulliriƣa yar-yɵlǝk bolup kǝlgǝn. (Selaⱨ)
9 Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
Sǝn Kixon dǝryasida Midiyaniylarƣa, Siseraƣa wǝ Yabinƣa ⱪandaⱪ taⱪabil turƣan bolsang, Ularƣimu xundaⱪ ⱪilƣaysǝn;
10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
Bular Ən-Dor yezisida ⱪirilƣanidi, Yǝr üqün tizǝk-oƣutⱪa aylanƣanidi.
11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:
Ularning ǝmirlirini Orǝb wǝ Zeǝbkǝ, Ularning daⱨiylirini Zǝbaⱨ ⱨǝm Zalmunnaƣa ohxax ⱪilƣaysǝn;
12 Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
Qünki ular: «Hudaning qimǝn-yaylaⱪlirini ɵzimizgǝ mülük ⱪiliwalayli!» — dǝp eytⱪan.
13 O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
I Hudayim, ularni domilinidiƣan ⱪamƣaⱪtǝk, Xamalda uqurulƣan saman kǝbi soruwǝtkǝysǝn.
14 As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
Ot ormanliⱪⱪa tutaxⱪanƣa ohxax, Yalⱪun taƣlarni kɵydürgǝngǝ ohxax,
15 So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
Sǝn yǝnǝ ularni borining bilǝn ⱪoƣliƣaysǝn, Ⱪara ⱪuyuning bilǝn wǝⱨimigǝ salƣaysǝn;
16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
Ularning Sening namingni izdixi üqün, Ularning yüzlirini xǝrm-ⱨaya bilǝn qɵmdürgǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar!
17 Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
Ular nomustin ǝbǝdiy xǝrmǝndǝ bolsun, Jaⱨanƣa rǝswa bolup yoⱪitilsun.
18 That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
Ular bilsunki, Naming Pǝrwǝrdigar bolƣan Sǝnla pütkül jaⱨandiki Əng Aliy Bolƣuqidursǝn.
