Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

Dawut gharda yoshurunup turghan waqitta yazghan «Masqil»: — Men Perwerdigargha awazimni anglitip nale-peryad kötürimen; Perwerdigargha awazim bilen yélinimen;

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

Uning aldida dad-zarlirimni tökimen; Uninggha awarichilikimni éytimen.

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

Rohim ichimde tügishey dep qalghanda, Shu chaghda basqan yolumni bilgensen; Men mangghan yolda ular manga qiltaq saldi.

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

Ong yénimgha qarap baqqaysen; Etrapimda méni tonuydighan adem yoqtur; Panahgah yoqap ketti; Héch adem jénimgha köyünmeydu.

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

Men Sanga peryad kötürdüm, i Perwerdigar; Sanga: «Sen méning Bashpanahimsen, Tiriklerning zéminida bolghan Nésiwemdursen» — dédim.

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

Méning peryadimgha qulaq salghaysen; Chünki men intayin xarab ehwalgha chüshürüldum; Méni qoghlighuchilirimdin qutuldurghaysen; Chünki ular mendin küchlüktur.

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

Séning namingni tebriklishim üchün, Jénimni türmidin chiqarghaysen; Heqqaniylar etrapimda olishidu; Chünki Sen manga zor méhribanliq körsitisen.