Psalms 90
1 A Prayer by Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our dwelling place for all generations.
Xudaning adimi bolghan Musaning duasi: — Ya Rebbim, Sen barliq dewrde bizge makan bolup kéliwatisen;
2 Before the mountains were born, before you had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.
Taghlar wujudqa kelmestin burun, Sen yer we alemni shekillendürmestin burun, Ezeldin ebedgiche Tengridursen.
3 You turn man to destruction, saying, “Return, you children of men.”
Sen insanni tupraqqa aylandurup: — «Hey, insan baliliri, qaytinglar!» — deysen.
4 For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.
Mana, Séning neziringde ming yil — Ötüp ketken tünügünki bir kün, Tündiki bir jésektur, xalas.
5 You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.
Sen ademlerni su tashqinidek élip kétisen, Ular ötüp ketken bir uyqudek, Tang seherde ünüp chiqqan ot-chöpke oxshaydu —
6 In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.
Etigende ular kökirip ünidu, Kéchisi bolsa késilip, soliship kéter.
7 For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.
Chünki biz gheziping bilen yoqaymiz, Qehring bilen dekke-dükkide qalimiz.
8 You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.
Sen qebihliklirimizni köz aldinggha, Yoshurun qilmishlirimizni jamalingning nuri aldigha qoydung.
9 For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
Barliq künlirimiz dergheziping astida ötüp kétidu, Yillirimizni bir uh tartish bilenla tügitimiz.
10 The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
Ömrimizning yilliri yetmish yil, Maghdurimiz bar bolsa seksen yil; Biraq ularning pexri japa we bihudiliktur; Hayat tézlik bilen üzer, Mana, biz uchup kettuq.
11 Who knows the power of your anger, your wrath according to the fear that is due to you?
Sanga bolghan hörmet-eyminishning az-köplükige qarap hésablinidighan, Achchiqingning shidditini kim bilsun?
12 So teach us to count our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Shunga könglimizni danaliqqa qoyushimiz üchün, Künlirimizni sanashni bizge ögetkeysen!
13 Relent, LORD! How long? Have compassion on your servants!
Yénimizgha qaytqaysen, i Perwerdigar, Séni qachan’ghiche...?! Qulliringgha rehim qilghaysen!
14 Satisfy us in the morning with your loving kindness, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Bizni etigende özgermes muhebbiting bilen qandurghaysen; Undaqta barliq künlirimizde küylerni yangritip shadlinimiz.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen evil.
Sen bizni japagha chömgen künlerge asasen, Külpetni körgen yillirimizgha asasen yene xursen qilghin!
16 Let your work appear to your servants, your glory to their children.
Ulugh ishliring qulliringgha körün’gey, Shanu-shewkiting ularning oghullirighimu ashkara bolghay!
17 Let the favor of the Lord our God be on us. Establish the work of our hands for us. Yes, establish the work of our hands.
Perwerdigar Xudayimizning shérin merhemiti üstimizde bolghay, Qolimizning ishlirini üstimizge beriketlik qilghaysen, Berheq, qolimizning ishlirini beriketlik qilghaysen!
