Psalms 39
1 For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexi Yǝdutunƣa tapxurulƣan, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Tilim gunaⱨ ⱪilmisun dǝp, Yollirimƣa diⱪⱪǝt ⱪilimǝn; Rǝzillǝr kɵz aldimda bolsa, mǝn aƣzimƣa bir kɵxǝk salimǝn» — degǝnidim.
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
Mǝn süküt ⱪilip, zuwan sürmidim, Ⱨǝtta yahxiliⱪ toƣrisidiki sɵzlǝrnimu aƣzimdin qiⱪarmidim; Biraⱪ dil azabim tehimu ⱪozƣaldi.
3 My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:
Kɵnglümdǝ zǝrdǝm ⱪaynidi, Oylanƣanseri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ihtiyarsiz sɵzlǝp kǝtti.
4 “LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵz ǝjilimni, Künlirimning ⱪanqilik ikǝnlikini manga ayan ⱪilƣin; Ajiz insan balisi ikǝnlikimni manga bildürgin.
5 Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” (Selah)
Mana, Sǝn künlirimni pǝⱪǝt nǝqqǝ ƣeriqla ⱪilding, Sening aldingda ɵmrüm yoⱪ ⱨesabididur. Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, barliⱪ insanlar tik tursimu, pǝⱪǝt bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
6 “Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir insanning ⱨayati huddi bir kɵlǝnggidur, Ularning aldirap-saldiraxliri biⱨudǝ awariqiliktur; Ular bayliⱪlarni toplaydu, lekin keyin bu bayliⱪlarni kimning ⱪoliƣa juƣlinidiƣanliⱪini bilmǝydu.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
I Rǝb, ǝmdi mǝn nemini kütimǝn? Mening ümidim sangila baƣliⱪtur.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
Meni barliⱪ asiyliⱪlirimdin ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Meni ⱨamaⱪǝtlǝrning mǝshirisigǝ ⱪaldurmiƣaysǝn.
9 I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
Süküt ⱪilip zuwan sürmidim; Qünki mana, muxu [jazani] Ɵzüng yürgüzgǝnsǝn.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Meni salƣan wabayingni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝn; Qünki ⱪolungning zǝrbisi bilǝn tügixǝy dǝp ⱪaldim.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” (Selah)
Sǝn tǝnbiⱨliring bilǝn kixini ɵz yamanliⱪi üqün tǝrbiyiliginingdǝ, Sǝn huddi nǝrsilǝrgǝ küyǝ ⱪurti qüxkǝndǝk, uning izzǝt-ƣururini yoⱪ ⱪiliwetisǝn; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨǝrbir adǝm bir tiniⱪla, halas. (Selaⱨ)
12 “Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn, Pǝryadimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! Kɵz yaxlirimƣa süküt ⱪilmiƣaysǝn! Qünki mǝn pütkül ata-bowilirimdǝk, Sening aldingda yaⱪa yurtluⱪ, musapirmǝn, halas!
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”
Manga tikkǝn kɵzüngni mǝndin neri ⱪilƣaysǝnki, Mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs jayƣa kǝtküqǝ, Meni bir’az bolsimu raⱨǝttin bǝⱨrimǝn ⱪilƣaysǝn.
