Psalms 22
1 To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' — A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Ayjǝlǝt-haxxaⱨar» (tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ kǝlgǝn mǝdǝt) degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — «Aⱨ Ilaⱨim, Ilaⱨim, nemixⱪa mǝndin waz kǝqting? Sǝn nemixⱪa meni ⱪutⱪuzuxtin xunqǝ yiraⱪsǝn? Nemixⱪa ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirimdin xunqǝ yiraⱪ turisǝn,
2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
Hudayim, kündüzdǝ nida ⱪildim, lekin Sǝn ⱨeq jawab ⱪilmaysǝn; Keqidimu mǝn xundaⱪ pǝryad ⱪilixtin aram alalmaymǝn.
3 And Thou [art] holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
Biraⱪ i Israilning mǝdⱨiyilirini ɵz makaning ⱪilƣuqi, Sǝn degǝn pak-muⱪǝddǝstursǝn!
4 In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
Ata-bowilirimiz seni tayanqi ⱪilƣan, Ular sanga tayanƣan, sǝn ularni ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
Ular Sanga nida ⱪilixliri bilǝn ⱪutulƣan; Sanga tayinix bilǝn ularning ümidi ⱨeq yǝrdǝ ⱪalƣan ǝmǝs.
6 And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam adǝm ǝmǝs, bir ⱪurtmǝn, Insan tǝripidin [tɵⱨmǝt bilǝn] rǝswayialǝm ⱪilinƣanmǝn, Halayiⱪ tǝripidin kǝmsitilgǝnmǝn.
7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip — shake the head,
Meni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi mazaⱪ ⱪilip külidu, Baxlirini silkixip aƣzilirini pürüxtürüp:
8 'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'
«U Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ɵzini tapxurƣan ǝmǝsmu?! Əmdi Pǝrwǝrdigar uni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Pǝrwǝrdigar uningdin hursǝn bolsa ǝgǝr, Uni ⱪutuldursun!» — deyixidu.
9 For thou [art] He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
Biraⱪ meni apamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qiⱪarƣuqi ɵzüngdursǝn; Ⱨǝtta ǝmqǝktiki waⱪtimdimu meni ɵzünggǝ tayandurƣansǝn;
10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou [art] my God.
Tuƣulƣinimdin tartipla, mǝn ɵzümni ⱪoynungƣa taxliƣanmǝn; Anamning baliyatⱪusidiki waⱪtimdila, Sǝn mening Tǝngrim bolup kǝlgǝnsǝn.
11 Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
Mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma; Qünki riyazǝt meni ⱪistap kǝldi; Manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣuqi yoⱪtur.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
Nurƣun buⱪilar meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Baxanning küqlük buⱪiliri meni oriwaldi;
13 They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
Ular adǝmni titma ⱪilƣuqi ⱨɵrkirǝwatⱪan xirdǝk, Aƣzilirni qong eqip manga tikilip turidu.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Mǝn tɵkülgǝn sudǝk boldum, Ⱨǝmmǝ sɵngǝklirim izidin qiⱪip kǝtti; Yürikim momdǝk erip kǝtti, Iq-baƣrimda zǝiplixip erip kǝtti.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
Ⱪaƣjirap kǝtkǝn sapal parqisidǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi, Tilim tangliyimƣa qaplixip kǝtti, Sǝn [Pǝrwǝrdigar] meni ɵlümning topa-qangliriƣa ⱪoyƣansǝn.
16 And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
Ƣaljir itlar manga olaxti, Bir top rǝzillǝr meni ⱪistap kelip, Mening ⱪolum wǝ putumni sanjip tǝxti.
17 I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,
Sɵngǝklirimning ⱨǝmmisini saniyalaymǝn, [Ustihanlirim] manga tikilip ⱪarap turƣandǝk ⱪilidu.
18 They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
Ular kiyimlirimni ɵz arisida ülǝxtürüwatidu, Kɵnglikimgǝ erixix üqün qǝk taxlixiwatidu.
19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
Biraⱪ, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝndin yiraⱪlaxma! I Küq-Ⱪudritim bolƣuqim, yardǝmgǝ tez kǝlgǝysǝn!
20 Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
Jenimni ⱪiliqtin ⱪutⱪuzƣin, Mening yalƣuz jenimni itning qanggilidin ⱪutuldurƣin.
21 Save me from the mouth of a lion: — And — from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!
Meni xirning aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzƣin; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn iltijalirimni ijabǝt ⱪilip yawa kalilarning münggüzliridin ⱪutⱪuzƣansǝn!
22 I declare Thy name to my brethren, In the midst of the assembly I praise Thee.
Mǝn Sening namingni ⱪerindaxlirimƣa elan ⱪilimǝn; Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ turup Sanga bolƣan mǝdⱨiyilirimni jakarlaymǝn;
23 Ye who fear Jehovah, praise ye Him, All the seed of Jacob, honour ye Him, And be afraid of Him, all ye seed of Israel.
Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝymǝngüqilǝr, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Yaⱪupning barliⱪ nǝsilliri, Uningƣa xan-xǝrǝp kǝltürünglar! Israilning pütün ǝwladliri, Uningdin ǝymininglar.
24 For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.
Qünki U ezilgüqining axu harlinixlirini nǝziridin saⱪit ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs, Yaki Uningdin ⱨeq yirgǝngǝn ǝmǝs; Uningdin Ɵz wisalini ⱨeq yoxurƣan ǝmǝs; Bǝlki U iltija ⱪilip awazini kɵtürginidǝ, Uningƣa ⱪulaⱪ selip angliƣan.
25 Of Thee my praise [is] in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.
Qong jamaǝt iqidǝ manga oⱪulƣan mǝdⱨiyilǝr Ɵzüngdindur, Hudadin ǝymǝngüqilǝrning aldida iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmlirimni ixⱪa axurimǝn;
26 The humble do eat and are satisfied, Praise Jehovah do those seeking Him, Your heart doth live for ever.
Ajiz mɵminlǝr ⱪorsiⱪi toyƣuqǝ tamaⱪlinidu; Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigǝnlǝr Uni mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydu; Silǝrning ⱪǝlbinglar mǝnggü yaxnaydu!
27 Remember and return unto Jehovah, Do all ends of the earth, And before Thee bow themselves, Do all families of the nations,
Zeminning ǝng qetidikilǝrmu bu ixni ⱪǝlbidǝ tutup, towa ⱪilip Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldiƣa kelidu; Əl-millǝtlǝrning barliⱪ jǝmǝtliri aldingda ibadǝt ⱪilidu;
28 For to Jehovah [is] the kingdom, And He is ruling among nations.
Qünki padixaⱨliⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣila tǝwǝdur; U ǝl-millǝtlǝr arisida ⱨɵküm sürgüqidur.
29 And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he [who] hath not revived his soul.
Jaⱨandiki baylarmu Uning aldidin yǝp-iqip, ibadǝt ⱪilidu; Tupraⱪⱪa kirǝy dǝp ⱪalƣanlarmu, ⱨǝtta ɵz jenini saⱪliyalmaydiƣanlarmu Uningƣa sǝjdǝ ⱪilidu;
30 A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.
Kǝlgüsidiki bir ǝwlad Uning hizmitidǝ bolidu; Bu ǝwlad Rǝb üqün Ɵz pǝrzǝntliri ⱨesablinidu.
31 They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is borne, that He hath made!
Keyin ular kelip, xu qaƣda tuƣulidiƣan bir ⱪowmƣa Uning ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪini jakarlap xuni elan ⱪiliduki, «U buni ǝmǝlgǝ axurdi!»
