Zebur 57
1 Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi, (u Saul padishahtin qéchip, öngkürde yoshurunuwalghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xuda, manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Manga shepqet körsetkeysen, Chünki jénim Séni panahim qildi. Mushu balayi’apet ötüp ketküche, qanatliring sayiside panah tapimen.
`In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
2 Xudagha, yeni Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchigha, Özüm üchün hemmini orunlaydighan Tengrige nida qilimen;
I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
3 U ershtin yardem ewetip méni qutquzidu; Manga qarap nepsi yoghinap, méni qoghlawatqanlarni U reswa qilidu; (Sélah) Xuda Öz méhir-shepqiti we heqiqitini ewetidu!
He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
4 Jénim shirlar arisida qaldi; Men nepisi yalqun kebi bolghanlar arisida yatimen! Adem baliliri — Ularning chishliri neyze-oqlardur, Ularning tili — ötkür qilichtur!
and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
5 I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
6 Ular qedemlirimge tor qurdi; Jénim égilip ketti; Ular méning yolumgha orek kolighanidi, Lékin özliri ichige chüshüp ketti.
Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
7 Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilarni éytip, Berheq Séni küyleymen!
God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
8 Oyghan, i rohim! I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!
Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
9 Men xelq-milletler arisida séni ulughlaymen, i Reb; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!
Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
10 Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughdur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.
For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
11 I Xuda, ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghaysen, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!
God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
