Psalms 56
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Hilwǝttiki dub dǝrǝhliridiki pahtǝk» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan «Mihtam» küy (Filistiylǝr Gat xǝⱨiridǝ uni ǝsirgǝ alƣanda yezilƣan): — I Huda, manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkǝysǝn, Qünki insanlarning nǝpsi yoƣinap meni ⱪoƣlimaⱪta; Kün boyi ular mǝn bilǝn jǝng ⱪilip meni basmaⱪta;
2 My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.
Meni kɵzligǝn rǝⱪiblirimning nǝpsi yoƣinap kün boyi meni ⱪoƣlimaⱪta; Manga ⱨǝywǝ ⱪilip jǝng ⱪilƣuqilar intayin kɵptur!
3 When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
Mǝn ⱪorⱪⱪan künümdǝ, Mǝn Sanga tayinimǝn.
4 In God, I praise his word. In God, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?
Mǝn sɵz-kalamini uluƣ dǝp mǝdⱨiyǝlǝydiƣan Hudaƣa, Hudaƣila tayinimǝn; Mǝn ⱪorⱪmaymǝn; Naⱨayiti bir ǝt igisi meni nemǝ ⱪilalisun?
5 All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.
Ular kün boyi sɵzlirimni burmilaydu, Ularning barliⱪ oyi manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilixtur;
6 They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.
Ular top bolup adǝmni ⱪǝstilixip, yoxurunidu; Peyimgǝ qüxüp, jenimni elixni kütidu.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.
[Gunaⱨ] bilǝn gunaⱨni yepip ⱪaqsa bolamdu? Ƣǝziping bilǝn ǝllǝrni yǝrgǝ urƣaysǝn, i Huda!
8 You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Are not they in your book?
Mening sǝrsanliⱪlirimni ɵzüng sanap kǝlgǝn; Kɵzdin aⱪⱪan yaxlirimni tulumungƣa toplap saⱪliƣaysǝn; Bular dǝptiringdǝ pütüklük ǝmǝsmu?
9 Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this: that God is for me.
Xuning bilǝn mǝn Sanga nida ⱪilƣan kündǝ, Düxmǝnlirim qekinidu; Mǝn xuni bildimki — Huda mǝn tǝrǝptidur!
10 In God, I will praise his word. In the LORD, I will praise his word.
Hudani — Uning sɵz-kalamini uluƣlaymǝn! Pǝrwǝrdigarni — Uning sɵz-kalamini uluƣlaymǝn!
11 I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?
Hudanila tayanqim ⱪildim — Mǝn ⱪorⱪmaymǝn, naⱨayiti xu bir insan meni nemǝ ⱪilalisun?
12 Your vows are on me, God. I will give thank offerings to you.
Sanga ⱪilƣan wǝdilirimgǝ wapa ⱪilimǝn, i Huda; Sanga tǝxǝkkür ⱪurbanliⱪlirini sunimǝn.
13 For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Qünki Sǝn jenimni ɵlümdin ⱪutuldurƣansǝn; Sǝn putlirimni putlixixtin saⱪlimamsǝn? Xuning bilǝn mǝn Hudaning ⱨuzurida, tiriklǝr turidiƣan yoruⱪluⱪta mangimǝn.
