Psalms 6
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar ⱨǝm sǝkkiz tarliⱪ arfa bilǝn oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar, ƣǝziping tutⱪanda meni ǝyiblimǝ; Ⱪǝⱨring kǝlgǝndǝ meni ǝdǝplimǝ.
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Manga xapaǝt ⱪilƣin, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, qünki mǝn zǝiplixip kǝttim; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, meni saⱪaytⱪin, qünki mening ustihanlirim wǝⱨimigǝ qüxti.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?
Mening jenim dǝⱨxǝtlik dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxti; I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ⱪaqanƣiqǝ xundaⱪ bolidu?
4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Yenimƣa ⱪayt, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, jenimni azad ⱪilƣaysǝn, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting üqün meni ⱪutⱪuzƣin.
Qünki ɵlümdǝ bolsa Sanga seƣinixlar yoⱪ; Tǝⱨtisarada kim Sanga tǝxǝkkürlǝrni eytsun? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
Mening uⱨ tartixlirimdin maƣdurum ⱪalmidi; Tün boyi orun-kɵrpǝmni kɵlqǝk ⱪilimǝn; Yaxlirim bilǝn kariwitimni qɵktürimǝn.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Dǝrdlǝrdin kɵzüm hirǝlixip kǝtti; Barliⱪ küxǝndilirim tüpǝylidin kɵzüm kardin qiⱪiwatidu.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
I ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar, ⱨǝmminglar mǝndin neri bolunglar; Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar yiƣa awazimni anglidi.
9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.
Pǝrwǝrdigar tilawitimni anglidi; Pǝrwǝrdigar duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilidu;
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
Düxmǝnlirimning ⱨǝmmisi yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu, ular zor parakǝndiqilikkǝ duqar bolidu; Tuyuⱪsiz kǝynigǝ yenip hijalǝttǝ ⱪalidu.
