Zǝbur 52

1 Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Masⱪil»; Edomluⱪ Doǝg Saul padixaⱨning yeniƣa berip: «Dawut Ahimǝlǝkning ɵyigǝ kirdi» dǝp ayƣaⱪqiliⱪ ⱪilƣandin keyin yezilƣan: — I noqi batur, Nemǝ üqün rǝzillikingdin mahtinisǝn? Tǝngrining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggülüktur.

For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of David, concerning the time when Doeg the Edomite went to Saul and told him, “David has gone to the home of Ahimelech.” You great man, why do you boast about the evil things you've done? God's trustworthy love lasts all day long.

2 Ɵtkür ustira kǝbi, Tiling zǝⱨǝr qaqmaⱪqi, U yalƣanqiliⱪ toⱪuwatidu.

You plot to make people suffer; your words cut like a sharp razor, you liar!

3 Sǝn yahxiliⱪning ornida yamanliⱪni, Ⱨǝⱪ sɵzlǝxning ornida yalƣanqiliⱪni yahxi kɵrisǝn;

You love evil more than good, and telling lies more than speaking the truth. (Selah)

4 Ⱨaman adǝmni nabut ⱪilidiƣan sɵzlǝrni yahxi kɵrisǝn, i aldamqi til!

You love slanderous words that destroy others, you liar!

5 Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Tǝngri ohxaxla seni mǝnggügǝ yoⱪitidu; U seni tutuwalidu, yǝni ɵz qediringdin tartip qiⱪidu; Tiriklǝrning zeminidin seni yiltizingdin ⱪomurup taxlaydu. (Selaⱨ)

But God will strike you down so hard you'll never get up. He will grab hold of you and drag you from your tent. He will tear you out of the land of the living. (Selah)

6 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar buni kɵrüp ⱪorⱪuxidu, Wǝ uni mǝshirǝ ⱪilip külüp: —

Those who do right will see all this. They will be astonished and laugh, saying,

7 «Ⱪaranglar, Hudani ɵz yɵlǝnqisi ⱪilmiƣan adǝm, Pǝⱪǝt ɵz bayliⱪlirining kɵplükigǝ tayanƣan adǝm; U aq kɵzlüki bilǝn küqlǝndi» — dǝydu.

“See what happens to those who don't go to God for help but instead rely on their great wealth and strength—which only brings their destruction!”

8 Mǝn bolsam Hudaning ɵyidǝ ɵskǝn baraⱪsan zǝytun dǝrǝhtǝkmǝn, Mǝn Hudaning ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitigǝ mǝnggügǝ tayinimǝn.

But I'm like an olive tree growing strongly in God's house. I trust in God's unfailing love forever and ever.

9 Mǝn Sanga ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝd tǝxǝkkür eytimǝn; Qünki Sǝn bu ixlarni ⱪildingsǝn; Mɵmin bǝndiliring aldida namingƣa tǝlmürüp kütimǝn; Muxundaⱪ ⱪilix ǝladur.

I will praise you forever, God, for all you have done. In the presence of your trustworthy people, I will place my hope in the kind of person you are, for you are good.