Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
Dawut ɵz oƣli Abxalomdin ⱪeqip yürgǝn künlǝrdǝ yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni ⱪistawatⱪanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵpiyip kǝtkǝn, Mǝn bilǝn ⱪarxilixiwatⱪanlar nemidegǝn kɵp!
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Nurƣunlar mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «Hudadin uningƣa ⱨeq nijat yoⱪtur!» deyixiwatidu. (Selaⱨ)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
Biraⱪ Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝtrapimdiki ⱪalⱪandursǝn; Xan-xǝripim ⱨǝm beximni yɵligüqidursǝn!
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
Awazim bilǝn mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪilimǝn, U muⱪǝddǝs teƣidin ijabǝt beridu. (Selaⱨ)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Mǝn bolsam yattim, uhlidim; Oyƣandim, qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yar-yɵlǝk bolidu.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
Meni ⱪorxap sǝp tüzgǝn tümǝnligǝn adǝmlǝr bolsimu, Mǝn ulardin ⱪorⱪmaymǝn!
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin tur! Meni ⱪutⱪuz, i Hudayim! Mening barliⱪ düxmǝnlirimning tǝstikigǝ salƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning qixlirini qeⱪiwǝtkǝysǝn!
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Nijatliⱪ bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Bǝrikiting Ɵz hǝlⱪingdǝ bolsun! (Selaⱨ)
