Zǝbur 42
1 Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan «Masⱪil»: — Keyik eriⱪlardiki suƣa tǝxna bolƣandǝk, Jenim sanga tǝxnadur, i Huda.
For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.
2 Mening jenim Hudaƣa, ⱨayat Tǝngrigǝ intizardur; Aⱨ, mǝn ⱪaqanmu Hudaning ⱨuzurida kɵrünüxkǝ müyǝssǝr bolimǝn?
My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 Mening keqǝ-kündüz yeginim kɵz yaxlirim bolup kǝlgǝn; Hǝⱪlǝr kün boyi mǝndin: «Hudaying ⱪǝyǝrdǝ?» dǝp soraydu.
My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
4 Ɵtkǝn künlǝrni ǝslǝp, Jenimning dǝrdlirini tɵküwatimǝn (Mǝn kɵpqilik bilǝn ketiwetip, Hudaning ɵyigǝ tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilip mengip, Huxalliⱪta Ⱨǝmdusana oⱪup, nahxa eytip, Ⱨeytni tǝbrikligǝn top-top ⱪoxundǝk, jamaǝt bilǝn billǝ barattim!).
I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
5 — I jenim, Sǝn tenimdǝ nemixⱪa bundaⱪ ⱪayƣurisǝn? Nemixⱪa iqimdǝ bundaⱪ mǝyüslinip kǝtting? Hudaƣa ümid baƣla; Qünki Uning jamalidin qiⱪⱪan nijatliⱪtin, Mǝn Uni yǝnila uluƣlaymǝn, — Mening Hudayimni!
Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
6 Jenim iqimdǝ mǝyüslinip kǝtti; Xunga mǝn Seni seƣinimǝn; Ⱨǝtta musapirliⱪta Iordan dǝryasi boyidiki wadilarda, Ⱨǝrmon taƣlirida, Mizar teƣidimu Seni seƣinimǝn.
O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7 Sening xarⱪiratmiliringning awazliriƣa, Qongⱪur ⱨang bilǝn qongⱪur ⱨang maslixip ⱨɵrkirimǝktǝ. Sening ⱨǝmmǝ dolⱪunliring ⱨǝm ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliring meni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪildi.
Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
8 Kündüzi Pǝrwǝrdigar ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitini [manga] buyruydu, Keqiliri Uning nahxisi, Wǝ ⱨǝm ⱨayatim bolƣan Tǝngrigǝ ⱪilƣan dua manga ⱨǝmraⱨ bolidu.
By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
9 Mǝn Ⱪoram Texim bolƣan Hudaƣa: — «Meni nemixⱪa untup ⱪalding? Mǝn nemixⱪa düxmǝnning zulumiƣa uqrap, Ⱨǝmixǝ azab qekip yürüwatimǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
10 Sɵngǝklirimni ǝzgǝndǝk rǝⱪiblirim meni mǝshirǝ ⱪilip ǝyiblǝydu; Ular kün boyi mǝndin: «Hudaying ⱪǝyǝrdǝ?» — dǝp sorimaⱪta.
While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
11 I jenim, tenimdǝ nemixⱪa bundaⱪ ⱪayƣurisǝn? Nemixⱪa iqimdǝ bundaⱪ mǝyüslinip kǝtting? Hudaƣa ümid baƣla; Qünki mǝn Uni yǝnila mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn, Yǝni qirayimƣa salamǝtlik, nijatliⱪ ata ⱪilƣuqi Hudayimni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn! U mening Hudayimdur!
Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
