< Psalms 22 >
1 For the Chief Musician; set to “The Doe of the Morning.” A Psalm by David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ayjǝlǝt-haxxaⱨar» (tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ kǝlgǝn mǝdǝt) degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Aⱨ Ilaⱨim, Ilaⱨim, nemixⱪa mǝndin waz kǝqting? Sǝn nemixⱪa meni ⱪutⱪuzuxtin xunqǝ yiraⱪsǝn? Nemixⱪa ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirimdin xunqǝ yiraⱪ turisǝn,
2 My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
Hudayim, kündüzdǝ nida ⱪildim, lekin Sǝn ⱨeq jawab ⱪilmaysǝn; Keqidimu mǝn xundaⱪ pǝryad ⱪilixtin aram alalmaymǝn.
3 But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
Biraⱪ i Israilning mǝdⱨiyilirini ɵz makaning ⱪilƣuqi, Sǝn degǝn pak-muⱪǝddǝstursǝn!
4 Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.
Ata-bowilirimiz seni tayanqi ⱪilƣan, Ular sanga tayanƣan, sǝn ularni ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
5 They cried to you, and were delivered. They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.
Ular Sanga nida ⱪilixliri bilǝn ⱪutulƣan; Sanga tayinix bilǝn ularning ümidi ⱨeq yǝrdǝ ⱪalƣan ǝmǝs.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam adǝm ǝmǝs, bir ⱪurtmǝn, Insan tǝripidin [tɵⱨmǝt bilǝn] rǝswayialǝm ⱪilinƣanmǝn, Halayiⱪ tǝripidin kǝmsitilgǝnmǝn.
7 All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
Meni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi mazaⱪ ⱪilip külidu, Baxlirini silkixip aƣzilirini pürüxtürüp:
8 “He trusts in the LORD. Let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”
«U Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ɵzini tapxurƣan ǝmǝsmu?! Əmdi Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Pǝrwǝrdigar uningdin hursǝn bolsa ǝgǝr, Uni ⱪutuldursun!» — deyixidu.
9 But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.
Biraⱪ meni apamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qiⱪarƣuqi ɵzüngdursǝn; Ⱨǝtta ǝmqǝktiki waⱪtimdimu meni ɵzünggǝ tayandurƣansǝn;
10 I was thrown on you from my mother’s womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
Tuƣulƣinimdin tartipla, mǝn ɵzümni ⱪoynungƣa taxliƣanmǝn; Anamning baliyatⱪusidiki waⱪtimdila, Sǝn mening Tǝngrim bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.
11 Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is no one to help.
Mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma; Qünki riyazǝt meni ⱪistap kǝldi; Manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣuqi yoⱪtur.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
Nurƣun buⱪilar meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Baxanning küqlük buⱪiliri meni oriwaldi;
13 They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.
Ular adǝmni titma ⱪilƣuqi ⱨɵrkirǝwatⱪan xirdǝk, Aƣzilirni qong eqip manga tikilip turidu.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.
Mǝn tɵkülgǝn sudǝk boldum, Ⱨǝmmǝ sɵngǝklirim izidin qiⱪip kǝtti; Yürikim momdǝk erip kǝtti, Iq-baƣrimda zǝiplixip erip kǝtti.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
Ⱪaƣjirap kǝtkǝn sapal parqisidǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi, Tilim tangliyimƣa qaplixip kǝtti, Sǝn [Pǝrwǝrdigar] meni ɵlümning topa-qangliriƣa ⱪoyƣansǝn.
16 For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
Ƣaljir itlar manga olaxti, Bir top rǝzillǝr meni ⱪistap kelip, Mening ⱪolum wǝ putumni sanjip tǝxti.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
Sɵngǝklirimning ⱨǝmmisini saniyalaymǝn, [Ustihanlirim] manga tikilip ⱪarap turƣandǝk ⱪilidu.
18 They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
Ular kiyimlirimni ɵz arisida ülǝxtürüwatidu, Kɵnglikimgǝ erixix üqün qǝk taxlixiwatidu.
19 But don’t be far off, LORD. You are my help. Hurry to help me!
Biraⱪ, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma! I Küq-Ⱪudritim bolƣuqim, yardǝmgǝ tez kǝlgǝysǝn!
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.
Jenimni ⱪiliqtin ⱪutⱪuzƣin, Mening yalƣuz jenimni itning qanggilidin ⱪutuldurƣin.
21 Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.
Meni xirning aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzƣin; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn iltijalirimni ijabǝt ⱪilip yawa kalilarning münggüzliridin ⱪutⱪuzƣansǝn!
22 I will declare your name to my brothers. Among the assembly, I will praise you.
Mǝn Sening namingni ⱪerindaxlirimƣa elan ⱪilimǝn; Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ turup Sanga bolƣan mǝdⱨiyilirimni jakarlaymǝn;
23 You who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!
Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝymǝngüqilǝr, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Yaⱪupning barliⱪ nǝsilliri, Uningƣa xan-xǝrǝp kǝltürünglar! Israilning pütün ǝwladliri, Uningdin ǝymininglar.
24 For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
Qünki U ezilgüqining axu harlinixlirini nǝziridin saⱪit ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs, Yaki Uningdin ⱨeq yirgǝngǝn ǝmǝs; Uningdin Ɵz wisalini ⱨeq yoxurƣan ǝmǝs; Bǝlki U iltija ⱪilip awazini kɵtürginidǝ, Uningƣa ⱪulaⱪ selip angliƣan.
25 My praise of you comes in the great assembly. I will pay my vows before those who fear him.
Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ manga oⱪulƣan mǝdⱨiyilǝr Ɵzüngdindur, Hudadin ǝymǝngüqilǝrning aldida iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmlirimni ixⱪa axurimǝn;
26 The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise the LORD who seek after him. Let your hearts live forever.
Ajiz mɵminlǝr ⱪorsiⱪi toyƣuqǝ tamaⱪlinidu; Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigǝnlǝr Uni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu; Silǝrning ⱪǝlbinglar mǝnggü yaxnaydu!
27 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the LORD. All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.
Zeminning ǝng qetidikilǝrmu bu ixni ⱪǝlbidǝ tutup, towa ⱪilip Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldiƣa kelidu; Əl-millǝtlǝrning barliⱪ jǝmǝtliri aldingda ibadǝt ⱪilidu;
28 For the kingdom is the LORD’s. He is the ruler over the nations.
Qünki padixaⱨliⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣila tǝwǝdur; U ǝl-millǝtlǝr arisida ⱨɵküm sürgüqidur.
29 All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.
Jaⱨandiki baylarmu Uning aldidin yǝp-iqip, ibadǝt ⱪilidu; Tupraⱪⱪa kirǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanlarmu, ⱨǝtta ɵz jenini saⱪliyalmaydiƣanlarmu Uningƣa sǝjdǝ ⱪilidu;
30 Posterity shall serve him. Future generations shall be told about the Lord.
Kǝlgüsidiki bir ǝwlad Uning hizmitidǝ bolidu; Bu ǝwlad Rǝb üqün Ɵz pǝrzǝntliri ⱨesablinidu.
31 They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it.
Keyin ular kelip, xu qaƣda tuƣulidiƣan bir ⱪowmƣa Uning ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪini jakarlap xuni elan ⱪiliduki, «U buni ǝmǝlgǝ axurdi!»