Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
Dawut yazghan küy: — Qollirimgha jeng qilishni, Barmaqlirimgha urushni ögitidighan, Méning Qoram Téshim Perwerdigargha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!
2 You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
Méning özgermes shepqitim we méning qorghinim, Méning égiz munarim we nijatkarim, Méning qalqinim we tayan’ghinim, men Uningdin himaye tapimen; U Öz xelqimni qol astimda boysundurghuchidur!
3 Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
I Perwerdigar, Sen uningdin xewer alidikensen, adem dégen zadi néme? Uning toghruluq oylaydikensen, insan balisi dégen néme?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Adem bolsa bir nepesturla, xalas; Uning künliri ötüp kétiwatqan bir kölenggidur, xalas.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
I Perwerdigar, asmanlarni égildürüp chüshkeysen; Taghlargha tégip ulardin is-tütek chiqarghaysen;
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
Chaqmaqlarni chaqquzup ularni tarqitiwetkeysen; Oqliringni étip ularni qiyqas-süren’ge salghaysen;
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Yuqiridin qolliringni uzitip, Méni azad qilghaysen; Méni ulugh sulardin, Yaqa yurttikilerning changgilidin chiqarghaysen.
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
I Xuda, men Sanga atap yéngi naxsha éytimen; Ontargha tengkesh bolup Sanga küylerni éytimen.
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
Sen padishahlargha nijatliq-ghelibe béghishlaysen; Qulung Dawutni ejellik qilichtin qutuldurisen.
11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Méni qutuldurghaysen, yat yurttikilerning qolidin azad qilghaysen; Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
12 May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
Shundaq qilip oghullirimiz yashliqida puxta yétilgen köchetlerge oxshaydu, Qizlirimiz ordiche neqishlen’gen tüwrüklerdek bolidu;
13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Ashliq ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuqlar bilen teminleydighan, Qoylirimiz otlaqlirimizda minglap, tümenlep qozilaydighan;
14 Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
Kalilirimiz boghaz bolidighan; Héchkim bésip kirmeydighan, héchkim [jengge] chiqmaydighan; Kochilirimizda héch jédel-ghowgha bolmaydighan;
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Ehwali shundaq bolghan xelq némidégen bextliktur! Xudasi Perwerdigar bolghan xelq bextliktur!
