< Zǝbur 3 >
1 Dawut ɵz oƣli Abxalomdin ⱪeqip yürgǝn künlǝrdǝ yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni ⱪistawatⱪanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵpiyip kǝtkǝn, Mǝn bilǝn ⱪarxilixiwatⱪanlar nemidegǝn kɵp!
A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Nurƣunlar mǝn toƣruluⱪ: — «Hudadin uningƣa ⱨeq nijat yoⱪtur!» deyixiwatidu. (Selaⱨ)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 Biraⱪ Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝtrapimdiki ⱪalⱪandursǝn; Xan-xǝripim ⱨǝm beximni yɵligüqidursǝn!
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Awazim bilǝn mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪilimǝn, U muⱪǝddǝs teƣidin ijabǝt beridu. (Selaⱨ)
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Mǝn bolsam yattim, uhlidim; Oyƣandim, qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yar-yɵlǝk bolidu.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Meni ⱪorxap sǝp tüzgǝn tümǝnligǝn adǝmlǝr bolsimu, Mǝn ulardin ⱪorⱪmaymǝn!
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin tur! Meni ⱪutⱪuz, i Hudayim! Mening barliⱪ düxmǝnlirimning tǝstikigǝ salƣaysǝn; Rǝzillǝrning qixlirini qeⱪiwǝtkǝysǝn!
Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Nijatliⱪ bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Bǝrikiting Ɵz hǝlⱪingdǝ bolsun! (Selaⱨ)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)