Psalms 109
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. God of my praise, don’t remain silent,
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — I medhiyemning Igisi Xudayim, jim turma!
2 for they have opened the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit against me. They have spoken to me with a lying tongue.
Mana rezillerning aghzi, mekkarlarning aghzi köz aldimda yoghan échildi; Ular yalghanchi til bilen manga qarshi sözlidi.
3 They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
Nepretlik sözler bilen méni chulghap, Ular bikardin-bikar manga zerbe bermekte.
4 In return for my love, they are my adversaries; but I am in prayer.
Muhebbitim üchün ular manga qarshi shikayetchi boldi, Men bolsam — duagha bérildim.
5 They have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
Yaxshiliqim üchün yamanliq, Söygüm üchün nepret qayturdi.
6 Set a wicked man over him. Let an adversary stand at his right hand.
Herbirining üstide rezil bir adem teyinligeysen, Uning ong yénida bir dewager tursun.
7 When he is judged, let him come out guilty. Let his prayer be turned into sin.
U soraq qilin’ghanda eyibdar bolup chiqsun, Duasi gunah dep hésablansun.
8 Let his days be few. Let another take his office.
Künliri qisqa bolsun, Mensipini bashqisi igilisun.
9 Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.
Baliliri yétim qalsun, Xotuni tul bolsun.
10 Let his children be wandering beggars. Let them be sought from their ruins.
Oghulliri sergerdan tilemchi bolsun, Turghan xarabilikliridin nan izdep.
11 Let the creditor seize all that he has. Let strangers plunder the fruit of his labor.
Jazanixor uning igiliki üstige tor tashlisun, Méhnet ejrini yatlar bulap-talisun.
12 Let there be no one to extend kindness to him, neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.
Uninggha méhribanliq körsitidighan birsi bolmisun, Yétim qalghan balilirigha iltipat qilghuchi bolmisun.
13 Let his posterity be cut off. In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
Uning nesli qurutulsun; Kéler ewladida namliri öchürülsun.
14 Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by Yahweh. Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Ata-bowilirining qebihlikining eyibliri Perwerdigarning yadida qalsun, Anisining gunahi öchürülmisun.
15 Let them be before Yahweh continually, that he may cut off their memory from the earth;
Bularning eyibliri daim Perwerdigarning köz aldida bolsun, Shuning bilen U ularning nam-emilini yer yüzidin öchürüp tashlaydu.
16 because he didn’t remember to show kindness, but persecuted the poor and needy man, the broken in heart, to kill them.
Chünki [rezil kishi] méhribanliq körsitishni héch ésige keltürmidi, Belki ézilgen, yoqsul hem dili sunuqlarni öltürmekke qoghlap keldi.
17 Yes, he loved cursing, and it came to him. He didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from him.
U lenet oqushqa amraq idi, Shunga lenet uning béshigha kélidu; Bext tileshke rayi yoq idi, Shunga bext uningdin yiraq bolidu.
18 He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.
U lenetlerni özige kiyim qilip kiygen; Shunga bular aqqan sudek uning ich-baghrigha, Maydek, söngeklirige kiridu;
19 Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.
Bular uninggha yépin’ghan tonidek, Herdaim baghlan’ghan belwéghidek chaplansun.
20 This is the reward of my adversaries from Yahweh, of those who speak evil against my soul.
Bular bolsa méni eyibligüchilerge Perwerdigarning békitken mukapati bolsun! Méning yaman gépimni qilghanlarning in’ami bolsun!
21 But deal with me, Yahweh the Lord, for your name’s sake, because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;
Biraq Sen, Perwerdigar Rebbim, Öz naming üchün méning teripimde bir ish qilghaysen, Méhir-muhebbiting ela bolghachqa, Méni qutquzghaysen;
22 for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.
Chünki men ézilgen hem hajetmendurmen, Qelbim xeste boldi.
23 I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
Men quyash uzartqan kölenggidek yoqilay dep qaldim, Chéketke qéqiwétilgendek chetke qéqiwétildim.
24 My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
Roza tutqinimdin tizlirim kétidu, Etlirim sizip kétidu.
25 I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.
Shunglashqa men ular aldida reswa boldum; Ular manga qarashqanda, béshini silkishmekte.
26 Help me, Yahweh, my God. Save me according to your loving kindness;
Manga yardemleshkeysen, i Perwerdigar Xudayim, Özgermes muhebbiting boyiche méni qutquzghaysen;
27 that they may know that this is your hand; that you, Yahweh, have done it.
Shuning bilen ular buning Séning qolungdiki ish ikenlikini, Buni qilghuchining Sen Perwerdigar ikenlikini bilsun.
28 They may curse, but you bless. When they arise, they will be shamed, but your servant shall rejoice.
Ular lenet oquwersun, Sen bext ata qilghaysen; Ular hujum qilishqa turghanda, xijalette qalsun, Biraq qulung shadlansun!
29 Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor. Let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
Méni eyibligüchiler xijalet bilen kiyinsun, Ular öz shermendilikini özlirige ton qilip yépinsun.
30 I will give great thanks to Yahweh with my mouth. Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
Aghzimda Perwerdigargha zor teshekkür-medhiye qaytürimen; Berheq, köpchilik arisida turup Uni medhiyileymen;
31 For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his soul.
Chünki hajetmenning jénini gunahqa békitmekchi bolghanlardin qutquzush üchün, [Perwerdigar] uning ong yénida turidu.
