Psalms 40
1 For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝlmürüp, küttüm, küttüm; U manga egilip pǝryadimni anglidi.
2 And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
U meni ⱨalakǝt orikidin, Xundaⱪla patⱪaⱪ laydin tartiwaldi, Putlirimni uyultax üstigǝ turƣuzup, Ⱪǝdǝmlirimni mustǝⱨkǝm ⱪildi.
3 And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
U aƣzimƣa yengi nahxa-munajatni, Yǝni Hudayimizni mǝdⱨiyilǝxlǝrni saldi; Nurƣun hǝlⱪ buni kɵrüp, ⱪorⱪidu, Ⱨǝm Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayinidu.
4 Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
Tǝkǝbburlardin yardǝm izdimǝydiƣan, Yalƣanqiliⱪⱪa ezip kǝtmǝydiƣan, Bǝlki Pǝrwǝrdigarni ɵz tayanqisi ⱪilƣan kixi bǝhtliktur!
5 Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, Sening biz üqün ⱪilƣan karamǝtliring wǝ oy-niyǝtliringni barƣanseri kɵpǝytip, san-sanaⱪsiz ⱪilƣansǝn, Kimmu ularni bir-birlǝp ⱨesablap Ɵzünggǝ [rǝⱨmǝt ⱪayturup] bolalisun! Ularni sɵzlǝp baxtin-ahir bayan ⱪilay desǝm, Ularni sanap tügitix mumkin ǝmǝs.
6 Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
Nǝ ⱪurbanliⱪ, nǝ ax ⱨǝdiyǝlǝr Sening tǝlǝp-arzuyung ǝmǝs, Biraⱪ Sǝn manga [sǝzgür] ⱪulaⱪlarni ata ⱪilding; Nǝ kɵydürmǝ ⱪurbanliⱪ, nǝ gunaⱨ ⱪurbanliⱪini tǝlǝp ⱪilmiding;
7 thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
Xunga jawab bǝrdimki — «Mana mǝn kǝldim!» — dedim. Oram yazma dǝsturda mǝn toƣruluⱪ pütülgǝn: —
8 that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
«Hudayim, Sening kɵnglüngdiki iradǝng mening hursǝnlikimdur; Sening Tǝwrat ⱪanunung ⱪǝlbimgǝ pütüklüktur».
9 I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
Büyük jamaǝt arisida turup mǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni jakarlidim; Mana bularni ɵzümdǝ ⱪilqǝ elip ⱪalƣum yoⱪtur, I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵzüng bilisǝn.
10 I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪingni ⱪǝlbimdǝ yoxurup yürmidim; Wapadarliⱪingni wǝ nijatliⱪingni jakarlidim; Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting wǝ ⱨǝⱪiⱪitingni büyük jamaǝtkǝ ⱨeq yoxurmastin bayan ⱪildim.
11 But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meⱨribanliⱪliringni mǝndin ayimiƣaysǝn; Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting wǝ ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting ⱨǝrdaim meni saⱪliƣay!
12 For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
Qünki sansiz külpǝtlǝr meni oriwaldi; Ⱪǝbiⱨliklirim meni besiwelip, kɵrǝlmǝydiƣan boldum; Ular beximdiki qeqimdin kɵp, Jasaritim tügixip kǝtti.
13 Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
Meni ⱪutⱪuzuxni toƣra tapⱪaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar! I Pǝrwǝrdigar, tez kelip, manga yardǝm ⱪilƣaysǝn!
14 Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
Mening ⱨayatimƣa qang salmaⱪqi bolƣanlar biraⱪla yǝrgǝ ⱪaritilip rǝswa ⱪilinsun; Mening ziyinimdin hursǝn bolƣanlar kǝynigǝ yandurulup xǝrmǝndǝ bolƣay.
15 Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
Meni: — «Waⱨ! Waⱨ!» dǝp mǝshirǝ ⱪilƣanlar ɵz xǝrmǝndilikidin alaⱪzadǝ bolup kǝtsun!
16 Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
Biraⱪ Seni izdigüqilǝrning ⱨǝmmisi Sǝndǝ xadlinip huxal bolƣay! Nijatliⱪingni sɵygǝnlǝr ⱨǝmixǝ: «Pǝrwǝrdigar uluƣlansun» deyixkǝy!
17 Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
Mǝn ezilgǝn ⱨǝm yoⱪsul bolsammu, Biraⱪ Rǝb yǝnila meni yad etidu; Sǝn mening Yardǝmqim, mening azad ⱪilƣuqim; I Hudayim, keqikmǝy kǝlgǝysǝn!
