< Zǝbur 30 >
1 Muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanini Hudaƣa ataxni tǝbriklǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Mǝn Seni aliy dǝp uluƣlaymǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Qünki Sǝn meni pǝstin yuⱪiri kɵtürdüng, Düxmǝnlirimni üstümdin huxallandurmiding.
A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, mǝn Sanga nalǝ kɵtürdüm, Sǝn meni saⱪaytting.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.
3 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn tǝⱨtisaradin jenimni elip qiⱪting, Ⱨangƣa qüxidiƣanlar arisidin manga ⱨayat berip saⱪliding. (Sheol )
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol )
4 Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa küy eytinglar, i Uning ihlasmǝn bǝndiliri, Uning pak-muⱪǝddǝslikini yad etip tǝxǝkkür eytinglar.
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
5 Qünki Uning ƣǝzipi dǝⱪiⱪidǝ ɵtüp ketidu, Xapaiti bolsa ɵmürwayǝt bolidu; Yiƣa-zar keqiqǝ ⱪonup ⱪalsimu, Huxalliⱪ tang sǝⱨǝr bilǝn tǝng kelidu.
For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Mǝn bolsam ɵz raⱨǝt-paraƣitimdǝ: «Mǝnggügǝ tǝwrǝnmǝy muⱪim turimǝn» — dedim.
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar, xapaiting bilǝn, mening teƣimni mustǝⱨkǝm turƣuzƣaniding; Əmma Sǝn didaringni ⱪaqurup yoxurdung; Mǝn alaⱪzadǝ bolup kǝttim;
For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürdüm, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Mǝn [Sǝn] Rǝbkǝ iltija ⱪildim: —
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
9 — Mening ⱪenim tɵkülüp, ⱨangƣa kirsǝm nemǝ paydisi bardur? Topa-qang Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝmdu? U ⱨǝⱪiⱪitingni jakarliyalamdu?
‘What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Angliƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣaysǝn!
Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’
11 Sǝn matǝm ⱪayƣusini ussul oynaxlarƣa aylandurdung; [Ⱨaziliⱪ] bɵz kiyimimni salduriwetip, Manga huxalliⱪni bǝlwaƣ ⱪilip baƣliding;
You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
12 Xunga mening roⱨim süküt ⱪilmay, Sanga küylǝr oⱪusun! I Pǝrwǝrdigar, mening Hudayim, Sanga ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ tǝxǝkkürlǝrni eytimǝn!
that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.