Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan «Masqil»: — Kéyik ériqlardiki sugha teshna bolghandek, Jénim sanga teshnadur, i Xuda.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Méning jénim Xudagha, hayat Tengrige intizardur; Ah, men qachanmu Xudaning huzurida körünüshke müyesser bolimen?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Méning kéche-kündüz yéginim köz yashlirim bolup kelgen; Xeqler kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» dep soraydu.
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Ötken künlerni eslep, Jénimning derdlirini töküwatimen (Men köpchilik bilen kétiwétip, Xudaning öyige tentene qilip méngip, Xushalliqta Hemdusana oqup, naxsha éytip, Héytni tebrikligen top-top qoshundek, jamaet bilen bille barattim!).
5 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
— I jénim, Sen ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki Uning jamalidin chiqqan nijatliqtin, Men Uni yenila ulughlaymen, — Méning Xudayimni!
6 My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Jénim ichimde meyüslinip ketti; Shunga men Séni séghinimen; Hetta musapirliqta Iordan deryasi boyidiki wadilarda, Hermon taghlirida, Mizar téghidimu Séni séghinimen.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
Séning sharqiratmiliringning awazlirigha, Chongqur hang bilen chongqur hang masliship hörkirimekte. Séning hemme dolqunliring hem qaynam-tashqinliring méni gherq qildi.
8 Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
Kündüzi Perwerdigar özgermes muhebbitini [manga] buyruydu, Kéchiliri Uning naxshisi, We hem hayatim bolghan Tengrige qilghan dua manga hemrah bolidu.
9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Men Qoram Téshim bolghan Xudagha: — «Méni némishqa untup qalding? Men némishqa düshmenning zulumigha uchrap, Hemishe azab chékip yürüwatimen?» — deymen.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Söngeklirimni ezgendek reqiblirim méni mesxire qilip eyibleydu; Ular kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» — dep sorimaqta.
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
I jénim, ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki men Uni yenila medhiyileymen, Yeni chirayimgha salametlik, nijatliq ata qilghuchi Xudayimni medhiyileymen! U méning Xudayimdur!
