Zebur 39
1 Neghmichilerning béshi Yedutun’gha tapshurulghan, Dawut yazghan küy: — «Tilim gunah qilmisun dep, Yollirimgha diqqet qilimen; Reziller köz aldimda bolsa, men aghzimgha bir köshek salimen» — dégenidim.
For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
2 Men süküt qilip, zuwan sürmidim, Hetta yaxshiliq toghrisidiki sözlernimu aghzimdin chiqarmidim; Biraq dil azabim téximu qozghaldi.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
3 Könglümde zerdem qaynidi, Oylan’ghanséri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ixtiyarsiz sözlep ketti.
My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned; [Then] spake I with my tongue:
4 I Perwerdigar, öz ejilimni, Künlirimning qanchilik ikenlikini manga ayan qilghin; Ajiz insan balisi ikenlikimni manga bildürgin.
Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5 Mana, Sen künlirimni peqet nechche ghérichla qilding, Séning aldingda ömrüm yoq hésabididur. Berheq, barliq insanlar tik tursimu, peqet bir tiniqla, xalas. (Sélah)
Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (Selah)
6 Berheq, herbir insanning hayati xuddi bir kölenggidur, Ularning aldirap-saldirashliri bihude awarichiliktur; Ular bayliqlarni toplaydu, lékin kéyin bu bayliqlarni kimning qoligha jughlinidighanliqini bilmeydu.
Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 I Reb, emdi men némini kütimen? Méning ümidim sangila baghliqtur.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
8 Méni barliq asiyliqlirimdin qutquzghaysen, Méni hamaqetlerning mesxirisige qaldurmighaysen.
Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 Süküt qilip zuwan sürmidim; Chünki mana, mushu [jazani] Özüng yürgüzgensen.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.
10 Méni salghan wabayingni mendin néri qilghaysen; Chünki qolungning zerbisi bilen tügishey dep qaldim.
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11 Sen tenbihliring bilen kishini öz yamanliqi üchün terbiyiliginingde, Sen xuddi nersilerge küye qurti chüshkendek, uning izzet-ghururini yoq qiliwétisen; Berheq, herbir adem bir tiniqla, xalas. (Sélah)
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
12 I Perwerdigar, duayimni anglighaysen, Peryadimgha qulaq salghaysen! Köz yashlirimgha süküt qilmighaysen! Chünki men pütkül ata-bowilirimdek, Séning aldingda yaqa yurtluq, musapirmen, xalas!
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Manga tikken közüngni mendin néri qilghaysenki, Men barsa kelmes jaygha ketküche, Méni bir’az bolsimu rahettin behrimen qilghaysen.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
