Psalms 11

1 To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigarni baxpanaⱨim ⱪildim; Əmdi silǝr ⱪandaⱪmu manga: «Ⱪuxtǝk ɵz teƣingƣa uqup ⱪaq!

2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Qünki mana, rǝzillǝr kamanni tartip, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪtin kɵngli duruslarƣa ⱪaritip atmaⱪqi bolup, Ular oⱪni kiriqⱪa selip ⱪoydi;

3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous — what hath he done?

«Ullar ⱨalak ⱪilinsa, Əmdi ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar nemimu ⱪilar?»» — dǝwatisilǝr?

4 'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see — His eyelids try the sons of men.

Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵzining muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanisididur, Pǝrwǝrdigarning tǝhti asmanlardidur; U nǝzǝr salidu, Uning sǝzgür kɵzliri insan balilirini kɵzitip, sinaydu.

5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝmni sinaydu; Rǝzillǝrgǝ wǝ zorawanliⱪⱪa huxtarlarƣa u iq-iqidin nǝprǝtlinidu.

6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

U rǝzillǝrgǝ ⱪapⱪanlar, ot wǝ günggürtni yaƣduridu; Piȥƣirim ⱪiziⱪ xamal ularning ⱪǝdǝⱨidiki nesiwisi bolidu.

7 For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniydur; Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪ Uning amriⱪidur; Kɵngli duruslar Uning didarini kɵridu.