Psalms 36
1 `To victorie, to Dauid, `the seruaunt of the Lord. The vniust man seide, that he trespasse in hym silf; the drede of God is not bifor hise iyen.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪuli Dawut yazƣan küy: — Rǝzil adǝmning asiyliⱪi mening ⱪǝlbimdǝ bir bexarǝtni pǝyda ⱪilidu: — «Uning nǝziridǝ Hudadin ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix yoⱪtur!».
2 For he dide gilefuli in the siyt of God; that his wickidnesse be foundun to hatrede.
Qünki u ɵz-ɵzini mahtayduki, U ɵz-ɵzigǝ: — «Mǝndǝ gunaⱨ tepilmas, ⱪilƣinim yirginqlik ix ǝmǝstur!» — dǝydu.
3 The wordis of his mouth ben wickidnesse and gile, he nolde vndirstonde to do wel.
Aƣzidiki sɵzlǝr ⱪǝbiⱨlik wǝ ⱨiyligǝrliktur; Pǝzilǝtlik ix ⱪilix parasitidin u alliburun mǝⱨrumdur.
4 He thouyte wickidnesse in his bed, he stood nyy al weie not good; forsothe he hatide not malice.
U ornida yatⱪandimu gunaⱨni kɵzlǝydu; U durus bolmiƣan yolƣa mengixni iradǝ ⱪilidu; Yamanliⱪtin ⱨeq nǝprǝtlǝnmǝydu.
5 Lord, thi merci is in heuene; and thi treuthe is `til to cloudis.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ǝrxlǝrgǝ taⱪixidu; Ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadiⱪliⱪing bulutlarƣa yetidu!
6 Thi riytfulnesse is as the hillis of God; thi domes ben myche depthe of watris. Lord, thou schalt saue men and beestis;
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing büyük taƣlardǝk, Ⱨɵkümliring tilsimatliⱪ qongⱪur dengizlardǝktur. I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn adǝmlǝr wǝ ⱨaywanlarni saⱪliƣuqidursǝn;
7 as thou, God, hast multiplied thi merci. But the sones of men; schulen hope in the hilyng of thi wyngis.
Sening ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting nǝⱪǝdǝr ⱪimmǝtliktur, i Huda! Xunga insan baliliri ⱪanatliring sayisidǝ panaⱨlinidu.
8 Thei schulen be fillid gretli of the plentee of thin hows; and thou schalt yyue drynke to hem with the steef streem of thi likyng.
Ular ɵyüngdiki mol dastihandin toyƣuqǝ bǝⱨrimǝn bolidu; Sǝn ularƣa ⱨuzur-ⱨalawǝtliringning dǝryasidin iqküzisǝn.
9 For the wel of life is at thee; and in thi liyt we schulen se liyt.
Qünki Sǝndila bardur ⱨayatliⱪ buliⱪi; Nurungda bolup nurni kɵrimiz.
10 Lord, sette forth thi mercy to hem, that knowen thee; and thi ryytfulnesse to hem that ben of riytful herte.
Aⱨ, Ɵzüngni tonup, bilgǝnlǝrgǝ muⱨǝbbitingni, Kɵngli duruslarƣimu ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪingni kɵrsitixni dawamlaxturƣaysǝn.
11 The foot of pryde come not to me; and the hond of the synnere moue me not.
Tǝkǝbburlarning putining manga ⱨujum ⱪilixiƣa yol ⱪoymiƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning ⱪoli meni ornumdin ⱪoƣliwǝtmisun;
12 There thei felden doun, that worchen wickidnesse; thei ben cast out, and myyten not stonde.
Mana, yamanliⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar yiⱪildi! Ƣulitiwetildi, ornidin ⱪayta turalmaydu!
