Psalms 69
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Lilies.” By David. Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Nilupǝrlǝr» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Meni ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, i Huda! Sular jenimdin ɵtti;
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Turƣudǝk jay yoⱪ qongⱪur patⱪaⱪliⱪⱪa qɵküp kǝttim; Suning qongⱪur yerigǝ qüxüp kǝttim, Kǝlkün meni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪildi.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.
Pǝryadlirimdin ⱨalimdin kǝttim; Gallirim ⱪurup kǝtti; Hudayimƣa tǝlmürüp, kɵzümdin ketǝy dǝp ⱪaldim;
4 Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn’t take away.
Sǝwǝbsiz manga ɵq bolƣanlar qaqlirimdinmu kɵptur; Meni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar, Ⱪara qaplap mǝn bilǝn düxmǝnlixidiƣanlar küqlüktur; Xu qaƣda ɵzüm bulimiƣan nǝrsini ⱪayturimǝn.
5 God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren’t hidden from you.
I Huda, mening nadanliⱪim ɵzünggǝ ayan; Mening ⱪǝbiⱨliklirim Sǝndin yoxurun ǝmǝstur.
6 Don’t let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Lord GOD of Armies. Don’t let those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, God of Israel.
Mening sǝwǝbimdin, i Rǝb, samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵzünggǝ umid baƣlap kütkǝnlǝr yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmiƣay; I Israilning Hudasi, Ɵzüngni izdigüqilǝr mening sǝwǝbimdin xǝrmǝndǝ bolmiƣay;
7 Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face.
Qünki Seni dǝp mǝn rǝswaqiliⱪⱪa uqridim; Xǝrmǝndilik yüzümgǝ qaplandi.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s children.
Mǝn ɵz ⱪerindaxlirimƣa yat, Anamning baliliriƣa yaⱪa yurtluⱪ boldum.
9 For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
Qünki meni [muⱪǝddǝs] ɵyünggǝ bolƣan otluⱪ muⱨǝbbǝt qulƣuwalƣanidi; Sanga ⱨaⱪarǝt ⱪilƣanlarning ⱨaⱪarǝtlirimu mening üstümgǝ qüxti;
10 When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.
Mǝn yiƣlidim, jenim roza tutti, Bumu manga ǝyib dǝp ⱪaraldi.
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
Mǝn bɵzni kiyimim ⱪilip kiysǝm, Xuning bilǝn ularning sɵz-qɵqikigǝ ⱪaldim.
12 Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
Xǝⱨǝr ⱪowuⱪida olturƣanlarning tǝnǝ gepigǝ ⱪaldim, Mǝyhorlarning nahxisining temisi boldum.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to you, LORD, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.
Biraⱪ mǝn xǝpⱪitingni kɵrsǝtkǝn waⱪtingda duayimni sanga nixanlidim, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; I Huda, ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitingning zorluⱪidin, Nijatliⱪ ixǝnqidǝ manga jawab bǝrgǝysǝn;
14 Deliver me out of the mire, and don’t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.
Meni patⱪaⱪliⱪtin ⱪutⱪuzuwalƣaysǝn, Meni qɵktürmigǝysǝn; Manga ɵqmǝn bolƣanlardin, Suning qongⱪur yeridin ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn;
15 Don’t let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don’t let the pit shut its mouth on me.
Kǝlkün suliriƣa meni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪildurmiƣaysǝn; Dengiz tǝglirigimu meni yutⱪuzmiƣaysǝn; [Tegi] yoⱪ ⱨangning meni ⱨap etip aƣzini yumuwelixiƣa yol ⱪoymiƣaysǝn!
16 Answer me, LORD, for your loving kindness is good. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, turn to me.
Duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Qünki ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting yahxidur; Mol rǝⱨimdilliⱪing bilǝn manga yüzlǝngǝysǝn;
17 Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!
Jamilingni ⱪulungdin yoxurmiƣaysǝn; Qünki beximƣa kün qüxti; Tezdin manga jawab bǝrgǝysǝn.
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.
Jenimƣa yeⱪinlaxⱪaysǝn, Uningƣa ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-ⱪutⱪuzƣuqi bolƣaysǝn; Düxmǝnlirim aldida meni ⱨɵrlükkǝ qiⱪarƣaysǝn;
19 You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.
Ɵzüng mening rǝswaliⱪta ⱨǝm ⱨɵrmǝtsizliktǝ ⱪalƣinimni, Ⱪandaⱪ ⱨaⱪarǝtlǝnginimni bilisǝn; Rǝⱪiblirimning ⱨǝmmisi Ɵzünggǝ ayandur.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
Ⱨaⱪarǝt ⱪǝlbimni parǝ ⱪildi; Mǝn ⱪayƣuƣa qɵmüp kǝttim; Azƣinǝ ⱨesdaxliⱪⱪa tǝlmürgǝn bolsammu, yoⱪ boldi; Tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqilǝrnimu izdidim, lekin birsinimu uqritalmidim.
21 They also gave me poison for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ular ozuⱪumƣa ɵt süyi, Ussuzluⱪumƣa sirkini bǝrdi.
22 Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap.
Ularning dastihini ɵzlirigǝ ⱪiltaⱪ, Ularning ⱨalawiti ⱪapⱪan bolƣay.
23 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can’t see. Let their backs be continually bent.
Kɵzliri torlixip kɵrmǝydiƣan bolup kǝtkǝy; Bǝl-putlirini titrǝkkǝ salƣaysǝn;
24 Pour out your indignation on them. Let the fierceness of your anger overtake them.
Ⱪǝⱨringni ularning üstigǝ qüxürgǝysǝn, Ƣǝzipingning otliri ularƣa tutaxⱪay;
25 Let their habitation be desolate. Let no one dwell in their tents.
Ularning makani harabǝ bolƣay, Qedirliri qɵldǝrǝp ⱪalƣay;
26 For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt.
Qünki ular Sǝn urƣanƣa tehimu ziyankǝxlik ⱪilmaⱪta; Sǝn zǝhimlǝndürgǝnlǝrning azabiƣa gǝp bilǝn azab ⱪoxmaⱪta.
27 Charge them with crime upon crime. Don’t let them come into your righteousness.
Ularning gunaⱨiƣa gunaⱨ ⱪoxⱪaysǝn, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪingning nesiwisigǝ ularni erixtürmigǝysǝn.
28 Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be written with the righteous.
Ular ⱨayatliⱪ dǝptiridin ɵqürülgǝy; Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarning ⱪatariƣa pütülmigǝy.
29 But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam bir ezilgǝn dǝrdmǝn; Nijatliⱪing, i Huda, meni yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürüp ⱪutⱪuzƣay;
30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
Mǝn munajat oⱪup Hudaning namini mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn; Tǝxǝkkürlǝr bilǝn uni uluƣlaymǝn;
31 It will please the LORD better than an ox, or a bull that has horns and hoofs.
Bu bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarni hursǝn ⱪilix üqün, Ɵküz tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣandin ǝwzǝldur; Münggüz-tuyaⱪliri saⱪ torpaⱪ bǝrgǝndinmu artuⱪtur.
32 The humble have seen it, and are glad. You who seek after God, let your heart live.
Yawax mɵminlǝr buni kɵrüp huxal bolidu; Hudani izdigǝnlǝr — Ⱪǝlbinglar yengilinidu.
33 For the LORD hears the needy, and doesn’t despise his captive people.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar yoⱪsullarning iltijasini anglaydu, Ɵzigǝ tǝwǝ ǝsir ⱪilinƣanlarni u kǝmsitmǝydu;
34 Let heaven and earth praise him; the seas, and everything that moves therein!
Asman-zemin Uni mǝdⱨiyilisun! Dengiz-okyanlar ⱨǝm ularda yürgüqi barliⱪ janiwarlar Uni mǝdⱨiyiligǝy!
35 For God will save Zion, and build the cities of Judah. They shall settle there, and own it.
Qünki Huda Zionni ⱪutⱪuzidu; Yǝⱨudaning xǝⱨǝrlirini ⱪayta bina ⱪilidu; Ular axu yǝrdǝ olturaⱪlixip, igilik tiklǝydu.
36 The children also of his servants shall inherit it. Those who love his name shall dwell therein.
Uning ⱪullirining nǝsilliri uningƣa miras bolidu, Uning namini sɵygǝnlǝr u yǝrlǝrdǝ makanlixidu.
