Zebur 40
1 Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigargha telmürüp, küttüm, küttüm; U manga égilip peryadimni anglidi.
For victorie, the song of Dauid. Y abidynge abood the Lord; and he yaf tent to me.
2 U méni halaket orikidin, Shundaqla patqaq laydin tartiwaldi, Putlirimni uyultash üstige turghuzup, Qedemlirimni mustehkem qildi.
And he herde my preieris; and he ledde out me fro the lake of wretchidnesse, and fro the filthe of draft. And he ordeynede my feet on a stoon; and he dresside my goyngis.
3 U aghzimgha yéngi naxsha-munajatni, Yeni Xudayimizni medhiyileshlerni saldi; Nurghun xelq buni körüp, qorqidu, Hem Perwerdigargha tayinidu.
And he sente in to my mouth a newe song; a song to oure God. Many men schulen se, and schulen drede; and schulen haue hope in the Lord.
4 Tekebburlardin yardem izdimeydighan, Yalghanchiliqqa ézip ketmeydighan, Belki Perwerdigarni öz tayanchisi qilghan kishi bextliktur!
Blessid is the man, of whom the name of the Lord is his hope; and he bihelde not in to vanitees, and in to false woodnesses.
5 I Perwerdigar Xudayim, Séning biz üchün qilghan karametliring we oy-niyetliringni barghanséri köpeytip, san-sanaqsiz qilghansen, Kimmu ularni bir-birlep hésablap Özüngge [rehmet qayturup] bolalisun! Ularni sözlep bashtin-axir bayan qilay désem, Ularni sanap tügitish mumkin emes.
Mi Lord God, thou hast maad thi merueils manye; and in thi thouytis noon is, that is lijk thee. I teld, and Y spak; and thei ben multiplied aboue noumbre.
6 Ne qurbanliq, ne ash hediyeler Séning telep-arzuyung emes, Biraq Sen manga [sezgür] qulaqlarni ata qilding; Ne köydürme qurbanliq, ne gunah qurbanliqini telep qilmiding;
Thou noldist sacrifice and offryng; but thou madist perfitli eeris to me. Thou axidist not brent sacrifice, and sacrifice for synne;
7 Shunga jawab berdimki — «Mana men keldim!» — dédim. Oram yazma desturda men toghruluq pütülgen: —
thanne Y seide, Lo! Y come. In the heed of the book it is writun of me,
8 «Xudayim, Séning könglüngdiki iradeng méning xursenlikimdur; Séning Tewrat qanunung qelbimge pütüklüktur».
that Y schulde do thi wille; my God, Y wolde; and thi lawe in the myddis of myn herte.
9 Büyük jamaet arisida turup men heqqaniyliqni jakarlidim; Mana bularni özümde qilche élip qalghum yoqtur, I Perwerdigar, Özüng bilisen.
I telde thi riytfulnesse in a greet chirche; lo! Y schal not refreine my lippis, Lord, thou wistist.
10 Heqqaniyliqingni qelbimde yoshurup yürmidim; Wapadarliqingni we nijatliqingni jakarlidim; Özgermes muhebbiting we heqiqitingni büyük jamaetke héch yoshurmastin bayan qildim.
I hidde not thi riytfulnesse in myn herte; Y seide thi treuthe and thin helthe. I hidde not thi mercy and thi treuthe; fro a myche counsel.
11 I Perwerdigar, méhribanliqliringni mendin ayimighaysen; Özgermes muhebbiting we heqiqiting herdaim méni saqlighay!
But thou, Lord, make not fer thi merciful doyngis fro me; thi mercy and treuthe euere token me vp.
12 Chünki sansiz külpetler méni oriwaldi; Qebihliklirim méni bésiwélip, körelmeydighan boldum; Ular béshimdiki chéchimdin köp, Jasaritim tügiship ketti.
For whi yuels, of whiche is no noumbre, cumpassiden me; my wickidnessis token me, and y myyte not, that Y schulde se. Tho ben multiplied aboue the heeris of myn heed; and myn herte forsook me.
13 Méni qutquzushni toghra tapqaysen, i Perwerdigar! I Perwerdigar, téz kélip, manga yardem qilghaysen!
Lord, plese it to thee, that thou delyuere me; Lord, biholde thou to helpe me.
14 Méning hayatimgha chang salmaqchi bolghanlar biraqla yerge qaritilip reswa qilinsun; Méning ziyinimdin xursen bolghanlar keynige yandurulup shermende bolghay.
Be thei schent, and aschamed togidere; that seken my lijf, to take awei it. Be thei turned abac, and be thei schamed; that wolen yuels to me.
15 Méni: — «Wah! Wah!» dep mesxire qilghanlar öz shermendilikidin alaqzade bolup ketsun!
Bere thei her confusioun anoon; that seien to me, Wel! wel! `that is, in scorn.
16 Biraq Séni izdigüchilerning hemmisi Sende shadlinip xushal bolghay! Nijatliqingni söygenler hemishe: «Perwerdigar ulughlansun» déyishkey!
Alle men that seken thee, be fulli ioyful, and be glad on thee; and seie thei, that louen thin helthe, The Lord be magnyfied euere.
17 Men ézilgen hem yoqsul bolsammu, Biraq Reb yenila méni yad étidu; Sen méning Yardemchim, méning azad qilghuchim; I Xudayim, kéchikmey kelgeysen!
Forsothe Y am a beggere and pore; the Lord is bisi of me. Thou arte myn helpere and my defendere; my God, tarie thou not.
