Psalms 90
1 A Prayer by Moses, the Man of God. Lord! a dwelling-place, hast, thou, become to us, From generation to generation:
Xudaning adimi bolghan Musaning duasi: — Ya Rebbim, Sen barliq dewrde bizge makan bolup kéliwatisen;
2 Before, the mountains, were born, Or thou hadst brought forth the earth and the world, Even, from age to age, thou, [wast] GOD.
Taghlar wujudqa kelmestin burun, Sen yer we alemni shekillendürmestin burun, Ezeldin ebedgiche Tengridursen.
3 Thou causest man to return unto dust, And hast said—Return, ye sons of Adam!
Sen insanni tupraqqa aylandurup: — «Hey, insan baliliri, qaytinglar!» — deysen.
4 For, a thousand years, in thine eyes, [are], As yesterday, in that it passed away, Or [as] a watch in the night.
Mana, Séning neziringde ming yil — Ötüp ketken tünügünki bir kün, Tündiki bir jésektur, xalas.
5 Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep, do they become, In the morning, [they are] like grass that shooteth up,
Sen ademlerni su tashqinidek élip kétisen, Ular ötüp ketken bir uyqudek, Tang seherde ünüp chiqqan ot-chöpke oxshaydu —
6 In the morning, it sprouteth and shooteth up, By the evening, it is cut down and withered.
Etigende ular kökirip ünidu, Kéchisi bolsa késilip, soliship kéter.
7 For we are consumed in thine anger, And, in thy wrath, are we dismayed;
Chünki biz gheziping bilen yoqaymiz, Qehring bilen dekke-dükkide qalimiz.
8 Thou hast set, Our iniquities before thee, Our secret near the luminary of thy face.
Sen qebihliklirimizni köz aldinggha, Yoshurun qilmishlirimizni jamalingning nuri aldigha qoydung.
9 For, all our days, decline in thy wrath, —We end our years like a sigh.
Barliq künlirimiz dergheziping astida ötüp kétidu, Yillirimizni bir uh tartish bilenla tügitimiz.
10 The days of our years, have, in them, three score years and ten, And, if, by reason of strength, they have fourscore years, Yet, their boast, is labour and sorrow, For it hath passed quickly, and we have flown away.
Ömrimizning yilliri yetmish yil, Maghdurimiz bar bolsa seksen yil; Biraq ularning pexri japa we bihudiliktur; Hayat tézlik bilen üzer, Mana, biz uchup kettuq.
11 Who knoweth the strength of thine anger? Even, according to the fear of thee, is thy wrath!
Sanga bolghan hörmet-eyminishning az-köplükige qarap hésablinidighan, Achchiqingning shidditini kim bilsun?
12 How to number our days, so grant us to know, That we may win us a heart that hath wisdom.
Shunga könglimizni danaliqqa qoyushimiz üchün, Künlirimizni sanashni bizge ögetkeysen!
13 Return, Yahweh, oh how long? And have compassion upon thy servants;
Yénimizgha qaytqaysen, i Perwerdigar, Séni qachan’ghiche...?! Qulliringgha rehim qilghaysen!
14 Satisfy us, in the morning, with thy lovingkindness, That we may shout aloud and be glad, Throughout all our days.
Bizni etigende özgermes muhebbiting bilen qandurghaysen; Undaqta barliq künlirimizde küylerni yangritip shadlinimiz.
15 Make us glad, according to, The days thou hast humbled us, The years we have seen misfortune:
Sen bizni japagha chömgen künlerge asasen, Külpetni körgen yillirimizgha asasen yene xursen qilghin!
16 Let thy work, appear unto thy servants, And, thy majesty, upon their children;
Ulugh ishliring qulliringgha körün’gey, Shanu-shewkiting ularning oghullirighimu ashkara bolghay!
17 And let the delightfulness of Adonay our God be upon us, —And, the work of our hands, establish thou upon us, Yea, the work of our hands, establish thou it.
Perwerdigar Xudayimizning shérin merhemiti üstimizde bolghay, Qolimizning ishlirini üstimizge beriketlik qilghaysen, Berheq, qolimizning ishlirini beriketlik qilghaysen!
