Zǝbur 12

1 Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, xeminit bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar, qünki ihlasmǝn adǝm tügǝp kǝtti; Adǝmlǝr arisidin sadiⱪ mɵminlǝr ƣayip boldi.

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

2 Ⱨǝrbirsi ɵz yeⱪinliriƣa yalƣan eytidu; Huxamǝtqi lǝwlǝrdǝ, alikɵngüllük bilǝn sɵzlixidu.

They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

3 Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ huxamǝtqi lǝwlǝrni, Ⱨakawurlarqǝ sɵzlǝydiƣan tilni kesiwǝtkǝy!

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

4 Ular: «Tilimiz bilǝn ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilimiz; Lǝwlirimiz bolsa ɵzimizningkidur; Kim bizgǝ Rǝb bolalisun?» — dǝydu.

They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

5 «Ezilgüqi ajizlarni basⱪan zulum wǝjidin, Miskinlǝrning aⱨuzarliri wǝjidin, Ⱨazirla ornumdin turay» — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar, «Mǝn ularƣa, ular zariⱪip kütkǝn azadliⱪni yǝtküzimǝn».

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

6 Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵzliri bolsa sap sɵzlǝrdur; Ular yǝttǝ ⱪetim saplaxturulƣan, Sapal ⱪazanda tawlanƣan kümüxtǝktur.

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

7 Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, ularni saⱪlaysǝn; Sǝn [mɵminlǝrni] muxu dǝwrdin mǝnggügǝ ⱪoƣdaysǝn;

You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

8 [Qünki] rǝzil adǝmlǝr ⱨǝryanda ƣadiyip yürüxidu, Pǝskǝxlik insan baliliri arisida aliyjanabliⱪ dǝp mahtalmaⱪta!

The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.