Psalms 88
1 A song, a psalm of the sons of Korah; for the chief musician; set to the Mahalath Leannoth style. A maschil of Heman the Ezrahite. Yahweh, God of my salvation, I cry out day and night before you.
Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Maxalat-léanot» ahangida oqulsun dep, Ezraliq Héman yazghan «Masqil»: — I Perwerdigar, nijatliqim bolghan Xuda, Kéche-kündüz Sanga nale qilip keldim.
2 Listen to my prayer; pay attention to my cry.
Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
Chünki derdlerdin jénim toyghan, Hayatim tehtisaragha yéqinlashqan, (Sheol h7585)
4 People treat me like those who go down into the pit; I am a man with no strength.
Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
5 I am abandoned among the dead; I am like the dead who lie in the grave, about whom you care no more because they are cut off from your power.
Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
6 You place me in the lowest part of the pit, in the dark and deep places.
Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
7 Your wrath lies heavy on me, and all your waves crash over me. (Selah)
Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
8 Because of you, my acquaintances avoid me. You have made me a shocking sight to them. I am hemmed in and I cannot escape.
Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
9 My eyes grow weary from trouble; All day long I call out to you, Yahweh; I spread out my hands to you.
Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
10 Will you do wonders for the dead? Will those who have died rise and praise you? (Selah)
Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
11 Will your covenant faithfulness be proclaimed in the grave, your loyalty in the place of the dead?
Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
12 Will your wonderful deeds be known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the place of forgetfulness?
Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
13 But I cry to you, Yahweh; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Biraq men bolsam, Perwerdigar, Sanga peryad kötürimen, Tang seherde duayim aldinggha kiridu.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject me? Why do you hide your face from me?
I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
15 I have always been afflicted and on the verge of death since my youth. I have suffered from your terrors; I am in despair.
Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
16 Your angry actions have passed over me, and your terrifying deeds have annihilated me.
Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
17 They surround me like water all the day long; they have all encircled me.
Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
18 You have removed every friend and acquaintance from me. My only acquaintance is the darkness.
Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
