Psalms 6
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, tarliq sazlar hem sekkiz tarliq arfa bilen oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, gheziping tutqanda méni eyiblime; Qehring kelgende méni edeplime.
2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Manga shapaet qilghin, i Perwerdigar, chünki men zeipliship kettim; I Perwerdigar, méni saqaytqin, chünki méning ustixanlirim wehimige chüshti.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
Méning jénim dehshetlik dekke-dükkige chüshti; I Perwerdigar, qachan’ghiche shundaq bolidu?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Yénimgha qayt, i Perwerdigar, jénimni azad qilghaysen, Özgermes muhebbiting üchün méni qutquzghin.
Chünki ölümde bolsa Sanga séghinishlar yoq; Tehtisarada kim Sanga teshekkürlerni éytsun? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Méning uh tartishlirimdin maghdurum qalmidi; Tün boyi orun-körpemni kölchek qilimen; Yashlirim bilen kariwitimni chöktürimen.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Derdlerdin közüm xireliship ketti; Barliq küshendilirim tüpeylidin közüm kardin chiqiwatidu.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
I qebihlik qilghuchilar, hemminglar mendin néri bolunglar; Chünki Perwerdigar yigha awazimni anglidi.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Perwerdigar tilawitimni anglidi; Perwerdigar duayimni ijabet qilidu;
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
Düshmenlirimning hemmisi yerge qarap qalidu, ular zor parakendichilikke duchar bolidu; Tuyuqsiz keynige yénip xijalette qalidu.
