Psalms 13

1 To the victorie of Dauid. Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, qachan’ghiche? Sen méni menggüge untumsen? Qachan’ghiche didaringni mendin yoshurisen?

2 Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai?

Qachan’ghiche herküni qayghurup, qelbimde? Qachan’ghiche düshminim mendin shadlinip ghalib yüridu?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Manga qara, manga jawab bergin, i Perwerdigar Xudayim! Ölüm uyqusi méni bésip kelgüche, Közümni yorutqaysen,

4 My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth;

Düshminimning: «Men küchiyip uning üstidin ghelibe qildim» démesliki üchün, Reqiblirim sentürülgenlikimni körüp shadlanmasliqi üchün, [közümni yorutqaysen]!

5 lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci.

Biraq men bolsam Séning özgermes muhebbitingge özümni tapshurdum; Yürikim Séning nijatliqingdin shadlinidu;

6 Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord.

Men Perwerdigargha naxsha éytimen; Chünki U manga zor méhribanliqni körsetti.