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.
A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.
2 I Perwerdigar Xudayim, men Sanga nale kötürdüm, Sen méni saqaytting.
O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.
3 I Perwerdigar, Sen tehtisaradin jénimni élip chiqting, Hanggha chüshidighanlar arisidin manga hayat bérip saqliding. (Sheol h7585)
Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Perwerdigargha küy éytinglar, i Uning ixlasmen bendiliri, Uning pak-muqeddeslikini yad étip teshekkür éytinglar.
Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of 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 wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.
6 Men bolsam öz rahet-paraghitimde: «Menggüge tewrenmey muqim turimen» — dédim.
And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
7 Perwerdigar, shapaiting bilen, méning téghimni mustehkem turghuzghaniding; Emma Sen didaringni qachurup yoshurdung; Men alaqzade bolup kettim;
O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
8 Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Men [Sen] Rebke iltija qildim: —
To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
9 — Méning qénim tökülüp, hanggha kirsem néme paydisi bardur? Topa-chang Séni medhiyilemdu? U heqiqitingni jakarliyalamdu?
What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
10 Anglighaysen, i Perwerdigar, manga shepqet körsetkeysen; I Perwerdigar, manga yardemde bolghaysen!
The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
11 Sen matem qayghusini ussul oynashlargha aylandurdung; [Haziliq] böz kiyimimni salduriwétip, Manga xushalliqni belwagh qilip baghliding;
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed 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 to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.
