Psalms 69
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Lilies.” By David. Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Niluperler» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Méni qutquzghaysen, i Xuda! Sular jénimdin ötti;
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Turghudek jay yoq chongqur patqaqliqqa chöküp kettim; Suning chongqur yérige chüshüp kettim, Kelkün méni gherq qildi.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.
Peryadlirimdin halimdin kettim; Gallirim qurup ketti; Xudayimgha telmürüp, közümdin kétey dep qaldim;
4 Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn’t take away.
Sewebsiz manga öch bolghanlar chachlirimdinmu köptur; Méni yoqatmaqchi bolghanlar, Qara chaplap men bilen düshmenlishidighanlar küchlüktur; Shu chaghda özüm bulimighan nersini qayturimen.
5 God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren’t hidden from you.
I Xuda, méning nadanliqim özüngge ayan; Méning qebihliklirim Sendin yoshurun emestur.
6 Don’t let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Lord Yahweh of Armies. Don’t let those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, God of Israel.
Méning sewebimdin, i Reb, samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, Özüngge umid baghlap kütkenler yerge qarap qalmighay; I Israilning Xudasi, Özüngni izdigüchiler méning sewebimdin shermende bolmighay;
7 Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face.
Chünki Séni dep men reswachiliqqa uchridim; Shermendilik yüzümge chaplandi.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s children.
Men öz qérindashlirimgha yat, Anamning balilirigha yaqa yurtluq boldum.
9 For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
Chünki méni [muqeddes] öyüngge bolghan otluq muhebbet chulghuwalghanidi; Sanga haqaret qilghanlarning haqaretlirimu méning üstümge chüshti;
10 When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.
Men yighlidim, jénim roza tutti, Bumu manga eyib dep qaraldi.
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
Men bözni kiyimim qilip kiysem, Shuning bilen ularning söz-chöchikige qaldim.
12 Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
Sheher qowuqida olturghanlarning tene gépige qaldim, Meyxorlarning naxshisining témisi boldum.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.
Biraq men shepqitingni körsetken waqtingda duayimni sanga nishanlidim, i Perwerdigar; I Xuda, özgermes muhebbitingning zorluqidin, Nijatliq ishenchide manga jawab bergeysen;
14 Deliver me out of the mire, and don’t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.
Méni patqaqliqtin qutquzuwalghaysen, Méni chöktürmigeysen; Manga öchmen bolghanlardin, Suning chongqur yéridin qutuldurghaysen;
15 Don’t let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don’t let the pit shut its mouth on me.
Kelkün sulirigha méni gherq qildurmighaysen; Déngiz teglirigimu méni yutquzmighaysen; [Tégi] yoq hangning méni hap étip aghzini yumuwélishigha yol qoymighaysen!
16 Answer me, Yahweh, for your loving kindness is good. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, turn to me.
Duayimni ijabet qilghaysen, i Perwerdigar, Chünki özgermes muhebbiting yaxshidur; Mol rehimdilliqing bilen manga yüzlen’geysen;
17 Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!
Jamilingni qulungdin yoshurmighaysen; Chünki béshimgha kün chüshti; Tézdin manga jawab bergeysen.
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.
Jénimgha yéqinlashqaysen, Uninggha hemjemet-qutquzghuchi bolghaysen; Düshmenlirim aldida méni hörlükke chiqarghaysen;
19 You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.
Özüng méning reswaliqta hem hörmetsizlikte qalghinimni, Qandaq haqaretlen’ginimni bilisen; Reqiblirimning hemmisi Özüngge ayandur.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
Haqaret qelbimni pare qildi; Men qayghugha chömüp kettim; Azghine hésdashliqqa telmürgen bolsammu, yoq boldi; Teselli bergüchilernimu izdidim, lékin birsinimu uchritalmidim.
21 They also gave me poison for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
Berheq, ular ozuqumgha öt süyi, Ussuzluqumgha sirkini berdi.
22 Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap.
Ularning dastixini özlirige qiltaq, Ularning halawiti qapqan bolghay.
23 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can’t see. Let their backs be continually bent.
Közliri torliship körmeydighan bolup ketkey; Bel-putlirini titrekke salghaysen;
24 Pour out your indignation on them. Let the fierceness of your anger overtake them.
Qehringni ularning üstige chüshürgeysen, Ghezipingning otliri ulargha tutashqay;
25 Let their habitation be desolate. Let no one dwell in their tents.
Ularning makani xarabe bolghay, Chédirliri chölderep qalghay;
26 For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt.
Chünki ular Sen urghan’gha téximu ziyankeshlik qilmaqta; Sen zeximlendürgenlerning azabigha gep bilen azab qoshmaqta.
27 Charge them with crime upon crime. Don’t let them come into your righteousness.
Ularning gunahigha gunah qoshqaysen, Heqqaniyliqingning nésiwisige ularni érishtürmigeysen.
28 Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be written with the righteous.
Ular hayatliq deptiridin öchürülgey; Heqqaniylarning qatarigha pütülmigey.
29 But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.
Biraq men bolsam bir ézilgen derdmen; Nijatliqing, i Xuda, méni yuqirigha kötürüp qutquzghay;
30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
Men munajat oqup Xudaning namini medhiyileymen; Teshekkürler bilen uni ulughlaymen;
31 It will please Yahweh better than an ox, or a bull that has horns and hoofs.
Bu bolsa Perwerdigarni xursen qilish üchün, Öküz teqdim qilghandin ewzeldur; Münggüz-tuyaqliri saq torpaq bergendinmu artuqtur.
32 The humble have seen it, and are glad. You who seek after God, let your heart live.
Yawash möminler buni körüp xushal bolidu; Xudani izdigenler — Qelbinglar yéngilinidu.
33 For Yahweh hears the needy, and doesn’t despise his captive people.
Chünki Perwerdigar yoqsullarning iltijasini anglaydu, Özige tewe esir qilin’ghanlarni u kemsitmeydu;
34 Let heaven and earth praise him; the seas, and everything that moves therein!
Asman-zémin Uni medhiyilisun! Déngiz-okyanlar hem ularda yürgüchi barliq janiwarlar Uni medhiyiligey!
35 For God will save Zion, and build the cities of Judah. They shall settle there, and own it.
Chünki Xuda Zionni qutquzidu; Yehudaning sheherlirini qayta bina qilidu; Ular ashu yerde olturaqliship, igilik tikleydu.
36 The children also of his servants shall inherit it. Those who love his name shall dwell therein.
Uning qullirining nesilliri uninggha miras bolidu, Uning namini söygenler u yerlerde makanlishidu.
