Zebur 3
1 Dawut öz oghli Abshalomdin qéchip yürgen künlerde yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, méni qistawatqanlar neqeder köpiyip ketken, Men bilen qarshilishiwatqanlar némidégen köp!
A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Nurghunlar men toghruluq: — «Xudadin uninggha héch nijat yoqtur!» déyishiwatidu. (Sélah)
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 Biraq Sen, i Perwerdigar, etrapimdiki qalqandursen; Shan-sheripim hem béshimni yöligüchidursen!
But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 Awazim bilen men Perwerdigargha nida qilimen, U muqeddes téghidin ijabet béridu. (Sélah)
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Men bolsam yattim, uxlidim; Oyghandim, chünki Perwerdigar manga yar-yölek bolidu.
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 Méni qorshap sep tüzgen tümenligen ademler bolsimu, Men ulardin qorqmaymen!
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 I Perwerdigar, ornungdin tur! Méni qutquz, i Xudayim! Méning barliq düshmenlirimning testikige salghaysen; Rezillerning chishlirini chéqiwetkeysen!
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Nijatliq bolsa Perwerdigardindur; Berikiting Öz xelqingde bolsun! (Sélah)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
