Zebur 142

1 Dawut gharda yoshurunup turghan waqitta yazghan «Masqil»: — Men Perwerdigargha awazimni anglitip nale-peryad kötürimen; Perwerdigargha awazim bilen yélinimen;

Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

2 Uning aldida dad-zarlirimni tökimen; Uninggha awarichilikimni éytimen.

I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

3 Rohim ichimde tügishey dep qalghanda, Shu chaghda basqan yolumni bilgensen; Men mangghan yolda ular manga qiltaq saldi.

When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

4 Ong yénimgha qarap baqqaysen; Etrapimda méni tonuydighan adem yoqtur; Panahgah yoqap ketti; Héch adem jénimgha köyünmeydu.

Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

5 Men Sanga peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Sanga: «Sen méning Bashpanahimsen, Tiriklerning zéminida bolghan Nésiwemdursen» — dédim.

I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

6 Méning peryadimgha qulaq salghaysen; Chünki men intayin xarab ehwalgha chüshürüldum; Méni qoghlighuchilirimdin qutuldurghaysen; Chünki ular mendin küchlüktur.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

7 Séning namingni tebriklishim üchün, Jénimni türmidin chiqarghaysen; Heqqaniylar etrapimda olishidu; Chünki Sen manga zor méhribanliq körsitisen.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.