Zebur 30
1 Muqeddes ibadetxanini Xudagha atashni tebriklep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Men Séni aliy dep ulughlaymen, i Perwerdigar, Chünki Sen méni pestin yuqiri kötürdüng, Düshmenlirimni üstümdin xushallandurmiding.
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 I Perwerdigar Xudayim, men Sanga nale kötürdüm, Sen méni saqaytting.
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
3 I Perwerdigar, Sen tehtisaradin jénimni élip chiqting, Hanggha chüshidighanlar arisidin manga hayat bérip saqliding. (Sheol h7585)
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Perwerdigargha küy éytinglar, i Uning ixlasmen bendiliri, Uning pak-muqeddeslikini yad étip teshekkür éytinglar.
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
5 Chünki Uning ghezipi deqiqide ötüp kétidu, Shapaiti bolsa ömürwayet bolidu; Yigha-zar kéchiche qonup qalsimu, Xushalliq tang seher bilen teng kélidu.
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
6 Men bolsam öz rahet-paraghitimde: «Menggüge tewrenmey muqim turimen» — dédim.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Perwerdigar, shapaiting bilen, méning téghimni mustehkem turghuzghaniding; Emma Sen didaringni qachurup yoshurdung; Men alaqzade bolup kettim;
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
8 Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Men [Sen] Rebke iltija qildim: —
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
9 — Méning qénim tökülüp, hanggha kirsem néme paydisi bardur? Topa-chang Séni medhiyilemdu? U heqiqitingni jakarliyalamdu?
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Anglighaysen, i Perwerdigar, manga shepqet körsetkeysen; I Perwerdigar, manga yardemde bolghaysen!
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11 Sen matem qayghusini ussul oynashlargha aylandurdung; [Haziliq] böz kiyimimni salduriwétip, Manga xushalliqni belwagh qilip baghliding;
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 Shunga méning rohim süküt qilmay, Sanga küyler oqusun! I Perwerdigar, méning Xudayim, Sanga ebedil’ebedgiche teshekkürlerni éytimen!
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.
