Zebur 139
1 Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, Sen méni tekshürüp chiqting, Hem méni bilip yetting;
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. LORD, you have searched me, and you know me.
2 Özüng olturghinimni, turghinimnimu bilisen; Yiraqta turuqluq könglümdikini bilisen.
You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 Basqan qedemlirimni, yatqanlirimni ötkemengdin ötküzdung; Barliq yollirim Sanga ayandur.
You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Berheq, tilimgha bir söz kéle-kelmestinla, i Perwerdigar, Mana Sen buni eyni boyiche bilmey qalmaysen.
For there is not a word on my tongue, but behold, LORD, you know it altogether.
5 Sen méni aldi-keynimdin orap turisen, Qolungni méning üstümge qondurghansen.
You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.
6 Bundaq bilim manga shunchilik tilsimat bilinidu! Shundaq yüksekki, men uni bilip yételmeydikenmen.
This knowledge is beyond me. It’s lofty. I cannot attain it.
7 Rohingdin néri bolushqa nelergimu baralayttim? Huzurungdin özümni qachurup nelerge baralayttim?
Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
8 Asmanlargha chiqsam, mana Sen ashu yerde; Tehtisarada orun salsammu, mana Sen shu yerde; (Sheol h7585)
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol (Sheol h7585), behold, you are there!
9 Seherning qanatlirini élip uchup, Déngizning eng chet yerliride tursam,
If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 Hetta ashu jayda qolung méni yétekleydu, Ong qolung méni yöleydu.
even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
11 Men: «Qarangghuluq méni yapsa, Etrapimdiki yoruqluq choqum kéche bolidu» — désem,
If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me. The light around me will be night,”
12 Qarangghuluqmu Sendin yoshurunalmaydu, Kéchimu Sanga kündüzdek aydingdur, Qarangghuluqmu [Sanga] yoruqtektur.
even the darkness does not hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
13 Berhek, Sen méning ichlirimni yasighansen; Anamning qorsiqida méni toqughansen;
For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Men Séni medhiyileymen, Chünki men sürlük we karamet yasalghanmen; Séning qilghanliring karamet tilsimattur; Buni jénim obdan bilidu.
I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
15 Men yoshurun jayda yasalghinimda, Yer tegliride epchillik bilen toqulup shekillendürülginimde, Ustixanlirim Sendin yoshurun emes idi.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Ezalirim téxi apiride bolmighan künlerde, Ular yasiliwatqan künlerde, Közüng téxi shekillenmigen jismimni körüp yetkenidi; Ularning hemmisi alliburun deptiringde yézilghanidi.
Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
17 Ah Tengrim, oyliring manga neqeder qimmetliktur! Ularning yighindisi shunche zordur!
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!
18 Ularni sanay désem, ular déngizdiki qumlardinmu köptur; Uyqudin közümni achsam, men yenila Sen bilen billidurmen!
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
19 Ah, Sen rezillerni öltürüwetseng iding, i Xuda! Qanxor kishiler, mendin yiraq bolush!
If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
20 Chünki ular Séning toghruluq hiylilik bilen sözleydu; Séning sheherliring ular teripidin azduruldi.
For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
21 Sanga öchmen bolghanlargha, i Perwerdigar, menmu öchqu? Sanga qarshi chiqqanlargha menmu yirginimen’ghu?
LORD, do not I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
22 Ulargha chish-tirniqimghiche öchturmen; Ularni öz düshmenlirim dep hésablaymen.
I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
23 Méni közitip tekshürgeysen, i Tengrim! Méning qelbimni bilip yetkeysen! Méni sinap, ghemlik oylirimni bilgeysen;
Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
24 Mende [Özüngge] azar bergüdek yolning bar-yoqluqini körgeysen; We méni menggülük yolungda yétekligeysen!
See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
