Zǝbur 88
1 Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy-nahxa: — Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Mahalat-leanot» aⱨangida oⱪulsun dǝp, Əzraliⱪ Ⱨeman yazƣan «Masⱪil»: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nijatliⱪim bolƣan Huda, Keqǝ-kündüz Sanga nalǝ ⱪilip kǝldim.
A Song, a psalm of the Korahites. To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you;
2 Duayim Sening aldingƣa kirip ijabǝt bolsun; Nidayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn;
let my prayer come into your presence, incline your ear to my cry.
For I am sated with sorrow, my life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
4 Ⱨangƣa qüxüwatⱪanlar ⱪatarida ⱨesablinimǝn; Küq-madari ⱪuruƣan adǝmdǝk bolup ⱪaldim.
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
5 Ɵlüklǝr arisiƣa taxlanƣanmǝn, Ⱪirilip ⱪǝbridǝ yatⱪanlardǝk; Sǝn ularni yǝnǝ ǝslimǝysǝn, Ular ⱪolungdin üzüp elinip yiraⱪ ⱪilinƣan.
My home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more cut off as they are from your hand.
6 Sǝn meni ⱨangning ǝng tegigǝ, Zulmǝtlik jaylarƣa, dengizning qongⱪur yǝrlirigǝ qɵmdürdüng.
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
7 Ⱪǝⱨring üstümgǝ eƣir yüktǝk basti, Barliⱪ dolⱪunliring bilǝn meni ⱪiyniding.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
8 Mǝndin dost-buradǝrlirimni yiraⱪlaxturdung; Ularni mǝndin yirgǝndürdüng; Mǝn ⱪamalƣanmǝn, ⱨeq qiⱪalmaymǝn.
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9 Kɵzlirim azab-oⱪubǝttin hirǝlǝxti; Ⱨǝr küni Sanga nida ⱪilimǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ⱪollirimni Sanga kɵtürüp kǝldim.
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10 Ɵlüklǝrgǝ mɵjizǝ kɵrsitǝrsǝnmu? Mǝrⱨumlar ornidin turup Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytarmu?
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
11 Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱪǝbridǝ bayan ⱪilinarmu? Ⱨalakǝt diyarida sadiⱪliⱪ-ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting mahtilarmu?
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
12 Karamǝtliring zülmǝttǝ tonularmu? Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing «untulux zemini»dǝ bilinǝrmu?
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Biraⱪ mǝn bolsam, Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sanga pǝryad kɵtürimǝn, Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ duayim aldingƣa kiridu.
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, nemigǝ jenimni taxliwǝtting? Nemigǝ jamalingni mǝndin yoxurdung?
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15 Yaxliⱪimdin tartip mǝn ezilgǝn, bimardurmǝn; Wǝⱨxǝtliringni kɵrüwerip ⱨeq ⱨalim ⱪalmidi.
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16 Ⱪǝⱨring üstümdin ɵtti; Wǝⱨimiliring meni nabut ⱪildi.
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
17 Ular kün boyi taxⱪin suliridǝk meni orawaldi, Tamamǝn meni qɵmdürdi.
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
18 Jan dostlirimni, aƣinilirimni meningdin yiraⱪlaxturdung, Mening ǝziz dostum bolsa ⱪarangƣuluⱪtur!
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.
