Psalms 88
1 A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite. Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried 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 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
Chünki derdlerdin jénim toyghan, Hayatim tehtisaragha yéqinlashqan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
5 set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. 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 my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
