Zebur 6

1 Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, tarliq sazlar hem sekkiz tarliq arfa bilen oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar, gheziping tutqanda méni eyiblime; Qehring kelgende méni edeplime.

To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

2 Manga shapaet qilghin, i Perwerdigar, chünki men zeipliship kettim; I Perwerdigar, méni saqaytqin, chünki méning ustixanlirim wehimige chüshti.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

3 Méning jénim dehshetlik dekke-dükkige chüshti; I Perwerdigar, qachan’ghiche shundaq bolidu?

And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

4 Yénimgha qayt, i Perwerdigar, jénimni azad qilghaysen, Özgermes muhebbiting üchün méni qutquzghin.

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

5 Chünki ölümde bolsa Sanga séghinishlar yoq; Tehtisarada kim Sanga teshekkürlerni éytsun? (Sheol h7585)

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? (Sheol h7585)

6 Méning uh tartishlirimdin maghdurum qalmidi; Tün boyi orun-körpemni kölchek qilimen; Yashlirim bilen kariwitimni chöktürimen.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

7 Derdlerdin közüm xireliship ketti; Barliq küshendilirim tüpeylidin közüm kardin chiqiwatidu.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

8 I qebihlik qilghuchilar, hemminglar mendin néri bolunglar; Chünki Perwerdigar yigha awazimni anglidi.

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

9 Perwerdigar tilawitimni anglidi; Perwerdigar duayimni ijabet qilidu;

Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

10 Düshmenlirimning hemmisi yerge qarap qalidu, ular zor parakendichilikke duchar bolidu; Tuyuqsiz keynige yénip xijalette qalidu.

Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!