Psalms 32
1 Lernyng to Dauid. Blessid ben thei, whose wickidnessis ben foryouun; and whose synnes ben hilid.
Dawut yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — Itaǝtsizlikliri kǝqürüm ⱪilinƣan, Gunaⱨliri yepilƣan kixi bǝhtliktur!
2 Blessid is the man, to whom the Lord arrettide not synne; nethir gile is in his spirit.
Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝzillikliri bilǝn ⱨesablaxmaydiƣan, Roⱨida ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ ⱨiylilik yoⱪ kixi bǝhtliktur!
3 For Y was stille, my boonys wexiden elde; while Y criede al dai.
Mǝn [gunaⱨimni iⱪrar ⱪilmay], süküttǝ turuwalƣanidim, Kün boyi aⱨu-piƣan iqidǝ, Sɵngǝklirim qirip kǝtti;
4 For bi dai and nyyt thin `hond was maad greuouse on me; Y am turned in my wretchednesse, while the thorn is set in.
Qünki meni basⱪan ⱪolung manga keqǝ-kündüz eƣir boldi; Yazdiki ⱪurƣaⱪqiliⱪtǝk yilikim ⱪaƣjirap kǝtti. (Selaⱨ)
5 I made my synne knowun to thee; and Y hidde not my vnriytfulnesse. I seide, Y schal knouleche ayens me myn vnriytfulnesse to the Lord; and thou hast foryoue the wickidnesse of my synne.
Əmdi gunaⱨimni Sening aldingda etirap ⱪildim, Ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni Sǝndin yoxuriwǝrmǝydiƣan boldum; Mǝn: «Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa asiyliⱪlirimni etirap ⱪilimǝn» — dedim, Xuning bilǝn Sǝn mening rǝzil gunaⱨimni kǝqürüm ⱪilding. (Selaⱨ)
6 For this thing ech hooli man schal preye to thee; in couenable tyme. Netheles in the greet flood of many watris; tho schulen not neiye to thee.
Xunga Seni tapalaydiƣan pǝyttǝ, Ⱨǝrbir ihlasmǝn Sanga dua bilǝn iltija ⱪilsun! Qong topanlar ɵrlǝp, texip kǝtkǝndǝ, [Sular] xu kixigǝ ⱨǝrgiz yeⱪinlaxmaydu.
7 Thou art my refuyt fro tribulacioun, that cumpasside me; thou, my fulli ioiyng, delyuere me fro hem that cumpassen me.
Sǝn mening dalda jayimdursǝn; Sǝn meni zulumdin saⱪlaysǝn; Ətrapimni nijatliⱪ nahxiliri bilǝn ⱪaplaysǝn! (Selaⱨ)
8 Y schal yyue vnderstondyng to thee, and Y schal teche thee; in this weie in which thou schalt go, Y schal make stidefast myn iyen on thee.
— «Mǝn sǝn mengixⱪa tegixlik yolda seni yetǝklǝymǝn ⱨǝm tǝrbiylǝymǝn; Mening kɵzüm üstüngdǝ boluxi bilǝn sanga nǝsiⱨǝt ⱪilimǝn.
9 Nile ye be maad as an hors and mule; to whiche is noon vndurstondyng. Lord, constreyne thou the chekis of hem with a bernacle and bridil; that neiyen not to thee.
Əⱪli yoⱪ bolƣan at yaki exǝktǝk bolma; Ularni qǝklǝxkǝ tizginlǝydiƣan yügǝn bolmisa, Ular ⱨǝrgiz sanga yeⱪin kǝlmǝydu».
10 Many betyngis ben of the synnere; but merci schal cumpasse hym that hopith in the Lord.
Rǝzillǝrgǝ qüxüdiƣan ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝtlǝr kɵptur, Biraⱪ meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝtlǝr Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayanƣan kixini qɵridǝydu;
11 Ye iust men, be glad, and make fulli ioie in the Lord; and alle ye riytful of herte, haue glorie.
I ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar, Pǝrwǝrdigar bilǝn xadlinip hursǝn bolunglar; Kɵngli duruslar, huxalliⱪtin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinglar!
