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 Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 I Perwerdigar Xudayim, men Sanga nale kötürdüm, Sen méni saqaytting.
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 I Perwerdigar, Sen tehtisaradin jénimni élip chiqting, Hanggha chüshidighanlar arisidin manga hayat bérip saqliding. (Sheol h7585)
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Perwerdigargha küy éytinglar, i Uning ixlasmen bendiliri, Uning pak-muqeddeslikini yad étip teshekkür éytinglar.
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention 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 there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
6 Men bolsam öz rahet-paraghitimde: «Menggüge tewrenmey muqim turimen» — dédim.
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
7 Perwerdigar, shapaiting bilen, méning téghimni mustehkem turghuzghaniding; Emma Sen didaringni qachurup yoshurdung; Men alaqzade bolup kettim;
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Men [Sen] Rebke iltija qildim: —
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
9 — Méning qénim tökülüp, hanggha kirsem néme paydisi bardur? Topa-chang Séni medhiyilemdu? U heqiqitingni jakarliyalamdu?
What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Anglighaysen, i Perwerdigar, manga shepqet körsetkeysen; I Perwerdigar, manga yardemde bolghaysen!
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 Sen matem qayghusini ussul oynashlargha aylandurdung; [Haziliq] böz kiyimimni salduriwétip, Manga xushalliqni belwagh qilip baghliding;
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off 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 mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
