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 choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
2 Men süküt qilip, zuwan sürmidim, Hetta yaxshiliq toghrisidiki sözlernimu aghzimdin chiqarmidim; Biraq dil azabim téximu qozghaldi.
I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
3 Könglümde zerdem qaynidi, Oylan’ghanséri ot bolup yandi; Andin tilim ixtiyarsiz sözlep ketti.
My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 I Perwerdigar, öz ejilimni, Künlirimning qanchilik ikenlikini manga ayan qilghin; Ajiz insan balisi ikenlikimni manga bildürgin.
“Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
5 Mana, Sen künlirimni peqet nechche ghérichla qilding, Séning aldingda ömrüm yoq hésabididur. Berheq, barliq insanlar tik tursimu, peqet bir tiniqla, xalas. (Sélah)
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
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 goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
7 I Reb, emdi men némini kütimen? Méning ümidim sangila baghliqtur.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 Méni barliq asiyliqlirimdin qutquzghaysen, Méni hamaqetlerning mesxirisige qaldurmighaysen.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
9 Süküt qilip zuwan sürmidim; Chünki mana, mushu [jazani] Özüng yürgüzgensen.
I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
10 Méni salghan wabayingni mendin néri qilghaysen; Chünki qolungning zerbisi bilen tügishey dep qaldim.
Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your 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)
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
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 LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
13 Manga tikken közüngni mendin néri qilghaysenki, Men barsa kelmes jaygha ketküche, Méni bir’az bolsimu rahettin behrimen qilghaysen.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
