Psalms 42
1 To the Overseer. — An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan «Masqil»: — Kéyik ériqlardiki sugha teshna bolghandek, Jénim sanga teshnadur, i Xuda.
2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
Méning jénim Xudagha, hayat Tengrige intizardur; Ah, men qachanmu Xudaning huzurida körünüshke müyesser bolimen?
3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'
Méning kéche-kündüz yéginim köz yashlirim bolup kelgen; Xeqler kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» dep soraydu.
4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!
Ötken künlerni eslep, Jénimning derdlirini töküwatimen (Men köpchilik bilen kétiwétip, Xudaning öyige tentene qilip méngip, Xushalliqta Hemdusana oqup, naxsha éytip, Héytni tebrikligen top-top qoshundek, jamaet bilen bille barattim!).
5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance — My God!
— I jénim, Sen ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki Uning jamalidin chiqqan nijatliqtin, Men Uni yenila ulughlaymen, — Méning Xudayimni!
6 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Jénim ichimde meyüslinip ketti; Shunga men Séni séghinimen; Hetta musapirliqta Iordan deryasi boyidiki wadilarda, Hermon taghlirida, Mizar téghidimu Séni séghinimen.
7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
Séning sharqiratmiliringning awazlirigha, Chongqur hang bilen chongqur hang masliship hörkirimekte. Séning hemme dolqunliring hem qaynam-tashqinliring méni gherq qildi.
8 By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
Kündüzi Perwerdigar özgermes muhebbitini [manga] buyruydu, Kéchiliri Uning naxshisi, We hem hayatim bolghan Tengrige qilghan dua manga hemrah bolidu.
9 I say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
Men Qoram Téshim bolghan Xudagha: — «Méni némishqa untup qalding? Men némishqa düshmenning zulumigha uchrap, Hemishe azab chékip yürüwatimen?» — deymen.
10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where [is] thy God?'
Söngeklirimni ezgendek reqiblirim méni mesxire qilip eyibleydu; Ular kün boyi mendin: «Xudaying qeyerde?» — dep sorimaqta.
11 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
I jénim, ténimde némishqa bundaq qayghurisen? Némishqa ichimde bundaq meyüslinip ketting? Xudagha ümid baghla; Chünki men Uni yenila medhiyileymen, Yeni chirayimgha salametlik, nijatliq ata qilghuchi Xudayimni medhiyileymen! U méning Xudayimdur!
