Zebur 88
1 Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Maxalat-léanot» ahangida oqulsun dep, Ezraliq Héman yazghan «Masqil»: — I Perwerdigar, nijatliqim bolghan Xuda, Kéche-kündüz Sanga nale qilip keldim.
A Song, a psalm of the Korahites. To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you;
2 Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
let my prayer come into your presence, incline your ear to my cry.
For I am sated with sorrow, my life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
4 Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
My home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more cut off as they are from your hand.
6 Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Biraq men bolsam, Perwerdigar, Sanga peryad kötürimen, Tang seherde duayim aldinggha kiridu.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
