Psalms 88
1 A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence.
Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Maxalat-léanot» ahangida oqulsun dep, Ezraliq Héman yazghan «Masqil»: — I Perwerdigar, nijatliqim bolghan Xuda, Kéche-kündüz Sanga nale qilip keldim.
2 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
Duayim Séning aldinggha kirip ijabet bolsun; Nidayimgha qulaq salghaysen;
Chünki derdlerdin jénim toyghan, Hayatim tehtisaragha yéqinlashqan, (Sheol h7585)
4 I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
Hanggha chüshüwatqanlar qatarida hésablinimen; Küch-madari qurughan ademdek bolup qaldim.
5 idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.
Ölükler arisigha tashlan’ghanmen, Qirilip qebride yatqanlardek; Sen ularni yene eslimeysen, Ular qolungdin üzüp élinip yiraq qilin’ghan.
6 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
Sen méni hangning eng tégige, Zulmetlik jaylargha, déngizning chongqur yerlirige chömdürdüng.
7 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
Qehring üstümge éghir yüktek basti, Barliq dolqunliring bilen méni qiyniding.
8 You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.
Mendin dost-buraderlirimni yiraqlashturdung; Ularni mendin yirgendürdüng; Men qamalghanmen, héch chiqalmaymen.
9 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
Közlirim azab-oqubettin xireleshti; Her küni Sanga nida qilimen, i Perwerdigar, Qollirimni Sanga kötürüp keldim.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
Ölüklerge möjize körsitersenmu? Merhumlar ornidin turup Sanga teshekkür éytarmu?
11 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
Özgermes muhebbiting qebride bayan qilinarmu? Halaket diyarida sadiqliq-heqiqiting maxtilarmu?
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
Karametliring zülmette tonularmu? Heqqaniyliqing «untulush zémini»de bilinermu?
13 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
Biraq men bolsam, Perwerdigar, Sanga peryad kötürimen, Tang seherde duayim aldinggha kiridu.
14 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
I Perwerdigar, némige jénimni tashliwetting? Némige jamalingni mendin yoshurdung?
15 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
Yashliqimdin tartip men ézilgen, bimardurmen; Wehshetliringni körüwérip héch halim qalmidi.
16 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
Qehring üstümdin ötti; Wehimiliring méni nabut qildi.
17 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
Ular kün boyi tashqin suliridek méni orawaldi, Tamamen méni chömdürdi.
18 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.
Jan dostlirimni, aghinilirimni méningdin yiraqlashturdung, Méning eziz dostum bolsa qarangghuluqtur!
