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?

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ⱪaqanƣiqǝ? Sǝn meni mǝnggügǝ untumsǝn? Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ didaringni mǝndin yoxurisǝn?

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

Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ ⱨǝrküni ⱪayƣurup, ⱪǝlbimdǝ? Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ düxminim mǝndin xadlinip ƣalib yüridu?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Manga ⱪara, manga jawab bǝrgin, i Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim! Ɵlüm uyⱪusi meni besip kǝlgüqǝ, Kɵzümni yorutⱪaysǝn,

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

Düxminimning: «Mǝn küqiyip uning üstidin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪildim» demǝsliki üqün, Rǝⱪiblirim sǝntürülgǝnlikimni kɵrüp xadlanmasliⱪi üqün, [kɵzümni yorutⱪaysǝn]!

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.

Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam Sening ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitinggǝ ɵzümni tapxurdum; Yürikim Sening nijatliⱪingdin xadlinidu;

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.

Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nahxa eytimǝn; Qünki U manga zor meⱨribanliⱪni kɵrsǝtti.