Zebur 144
1 Dawut yazghan küy: — Qollirimgha jeng qilishni, Barmaqlirimgha urushni ögitidighan, Méning Qoram Téshim Perwerdigargha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!
[By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
2 Méning özgermes shepqitim we méning qorghinim, Méning égiz munarim we nijatkarim, Méning qalqinim we tayan’ghinim, men Uningdin himaye tapimen; U Öz xelqimni qol astimda boysundurghuchidur!
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples under me.
3 I Perwerdigar, Sen uningdin xewer alidikensen, adem dégen zadi néme? Uning toghruluq oylaydikensen, insan balisi dégen néme?
LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Adem bolsa bir nepesturla, xalas; Uning künliri ötüp kétiwatqan bir kölenggidur, xalas.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5 I Perwerdigar, asmanlarni égildürüp chüshkeysen; Taghlargha tégip ulardin is-tütek chiqarghaysen;
Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Chaqmaqlarni chaqquzup ularni tarqitiwetkeysen; Oqliringni étip ularni qiyqas-süren’ge salghaysen;
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7 Yuqiridin qolliringni uzitip, Méni azad qilghaysen; Méni ulugh sulardin, Yaqa yurttikilerning changgilidin chiqarghaysen.
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
8 Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I Xuda, men Sanga atap yéngi naxsha éytimen; Ontargha tengkesh bolup Sanga küylerni éytimen.
I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
10 Sen padishahlargha nijatliq-ghelibe béghishlaysen; Qulung Dawutni ejellik qilichtin qutuldurisen.
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
11 Méni qutuldurghaysen, yat yurttikilerning qolidin azad qilghaysen; Ularning aghzi quruq gep sözleydu, Ong qoli aldamchi qoldur.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Shundaq qilip oghullirimiz yashliqida puxta yétilgen köchetlerge oxshaydu, Qizlirimiz ordiche neqishlen’gen tüwrüklerdek bolidu;
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13 Ashliq ambarlirimiz toldurulup, Türlük-türlük ozuqlar bilen teminleydighan, Qoylirimiz otlaqlirimizda minglap, tümenlep qozilaydighan;
Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Kalilirimiz boghaz bolidighan; Héchkim bésip kirmeydighan, héchkim [jengge] chiqmaydighan; Kochilirimizda héch jédel-ghowgha bolmaydighan;
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
15 Ehwali shundaq bolghan xelq némidégen bextliktur! Xudasi Perwerdigar bolghan xelq bextliktur!
Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
