Zǝbur 74
1 Asaf yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Huda, Sǝn nemixⱪa mǝnggügǝ bizni taxliwǝtting? Nemixⱪa ƣǝzipingni tütün qiⱪarƣandǝk Ɵz yayliⱪingdiki ⱪoyliringƣa qiⱪirisǝn?
A maskil of Asaph. Why, O God, have you spurned us forever? Why smokes your wrath against the sheep of your pasture?
2 Ɵzüng rǝnǝ tɵlǝp azad ⱪilƣan jamaitingni, Yǝni Ɵz mirasing boluxⱪa ⱪǝdimdǝ ularƣa ⱨǝmjǝmǝt bolup ⱪutⱪuzƣan ⱪǝbilini, Ɵzüng makan ⱪilƣan Zion teƣini yadingƣa kǝltürgǝysǝn!
Remember the community you purchased of old to become by redemption the tribe of your heritage, Zion, the mountain you made your home.
3 Ⱪǝdǝmliringni muxu mǝnggülük harabliⱪlarƣa ⱪaratⱪaysǝn, Düxmǝnlǝr muⱪǝddǝs jayingda gumran ⱪilƣan barliⱪ nǝrsilǝrgǝ [ⱪariƣaysǝn];
Rouse yourself, visit its ruins complete. In the temple the foe has made havoc of all things.
4 Rǝⱪibliring jamaǝtgaⱨingning otturisida ⱨɵr-pɵr ⱪilidu; Mɵjizatlar saⱪlanƣan orunƣa ular ɵz tuƣlirini tikti.
Like lions your enemies roared through your house, replacing our symbols by signs of their own,
5 Ⱨǝrbiri ɵzlirini kɵrsitixip, palta oynitip orman kǝsküqidǝk,
hacking, like woodsmen who lift axes on thickets of trees,
6 Ular ⱨazir [muⱪǝddǝs jayingdiki] nǝⱪixlǝrni ala ⱪoymay, palta-bolⱪilar bilǝn qeⱪiwǝtti;
smashing with hatchets and hammers all of its carved work together.
7 Ular muⱪǝddǝs jayingƣa ot ⱪoydi; Ɵz namingdiki makanni bulƣap, yǝr bilǝn tǝng ⱪiliwǝtti.
They have set your temple on fire, to the very ground they have outraged the place where lives your name.
8 Ular kɵnglidǝ: «Biz bularning ⱨǝmmisini yoⱪitayli» dǝp, Tǝngrining zemindiki jamaǝtgaⱨlirining ⱨǝrbirini kɵydürüwǝtti.
They have said in their heart, “Let us utterly crush them.” They have burned all the houses of God in the land.
9 Bizgǝ ǝslǝtmǝ bolƣan mɵjizatlarni ⱨeq kɵrǝlmǝymiz; Pǝyƣǝmbǝrlǝrmu kǝlmǝskǝ kǝtti; Arimizdimu bu ixlarning ⱪaqanƣiqǝ bolidiƣanliⱪini bilidiƣan birsi yoⱪtur.
No symbol of ours do we see any more: no prophet is there any more, none is with us who knows how long.
10 Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ, i Huda, rǝⱪibing Seni mǝshirǝ ⱪilidu? Düxmǝn namingni mǝnggügǝ ⱨaⱪarǝtlǝmdu?
How long, O God, is the foe to insult? Shall the enemy spurn your name forever?
11 Sǝn ⱪolungni, yǝni ong ⱪolungni nemixⱪa tartiwalisǝn? Ⱪolungni ⱪoynungdin elip, ularni yoⱪatⱪaysǝn!
Why, O Lord, do you hold back your hand, why keep your right hand in the folds of your robe?
12 Biraⱪ Huda ⱪǝdimdin padixaⱨim bolup kǝlgǝn, Yǝr yüzining otturisida ⱪutⱪuzuxlarni elip barƣuqi Udur.
Yet God is our king from the ancient days, in the midst of the earth working deeds of salvation.
13 Sǝn dengiz süyini küqüng bilǝn bɵldung, Sulardiki ǝjdiⱨalarning baxlirini yarding.
It was you who did cleave the sea by your might, and shatter the heads of the ocean monsters.
14 Dengizdiki lewiatanning baxlirini qeⱪip, Uning gɵxini ozuⱪ ⱪilip qɵldiki yawayilarƣa bɵlüp bǝrding.
It was you who did crush many-headed Leviathan, and give him as food to the beasts of the wilderness.
15 Yǝrni yerip bulaⱪlarni, eriⱪlarni aⱪⱪuzdung, Sǝn tohtimay eⱪiwatⱪan dǝryalarni ⱪurutuwǝtting.
It was you who did cleave the fountains and torrents; it was you who did dry the perennial streams.
16 Kün Sening, tünmu Seningkidur; Ay bilǝn ⱪuyaxni orunlaxturdung.
Yours is the day; yours, too, is the night, it was you who did establish the sun and the star.
17 Yǝr yüzining qegralirini bǝlgiliding; Yaz bilǝn ⱪixni — Sǝn xǝkillǝndürdüng.
It was you who did fix all the borders of earth: summer and winter it’s you who have made them.
18 Xuni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar: — Bir düxmǝn Seni mǝshirǝ ⱪildi, Ⱨamaⱪǝt bir hǝlⱪ namingni ⱨaⱪarǝtlidi.
Yet, for all this, the foe has insulted you, Lord, and a nation of fools has reviled your name.
19 Pahtikingni yirtⱪuq ⱨaywanlarƣa tutup bǝrmigǝysǝn; Ezilgǝn mɵminliringning ⱨayatini mǝnggü untumiƣaysǝn.
Do not give your dove to the beasts, do not forget your afflicted forever.
20 Ɵz ǝⱨdǝnggǝ ⱪariƣaysǝn, Qünki zemindiki ⱪarangƣu bulung-puqⱪaⱪlar zorluⱪ-zumbuluⱪning turalƣuliri bilǝn toldi.
Look to the sleek ones – how full they are: the dark places of earth are the dwellings of violence.
21 Ezilgüqilǝrni nomus bilǝn yandurmiƣaysǝn; Ezilgǝnlǝr, yoⱪsullar namingni mǝdⱨiyiligǝy.
O let not the downtrodden turn back ashamed: let the poor and the needy sing praise to your name.
22 Ornungdin turƣin, i Huda, Ɵz dǝwayingni soriƣaysǝn; Ⱨamaⱪǝt kixining Ɵzüngni kün boyi mǝshirǝ ⱪiliwatⱪinini esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn.
Arise, God, and defend your cause: remember how fools all the day insult you.
23 Düxmǝnliringning quⱪanlirini untumiƣaysǝn; Sanga ⱪarxi ⱪozƣalƣanlarning dawrangliri tohtimay kɵtürülmǝktǝ.
Do not forget the uproar of your enemies, the din of your foes that ascends evermore.
