< Psalms 64 >

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Huda, aⱨlirimni kɵtürgǝndǝ, meni angliƣaysǝn! Ⱨayatimni düxmǝnning wǝⱨxilikidin ⱪuƣdiƣaysǝn!
2 Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.
Ⱪara niyǝtlǝrning yoxurun suyiⱪǝstliridin, Yamanliⱪ ǝyligüqi ⱪaƣa-ⱪuzƣunlardin aman ⱪilƣaysǝn.
3 Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;
Ular tillirini ⱪiliqtǝk ɵtkür bilidi; Mukǝmmǝl adǝmni yoxurun jaydin etix üqün, Ular oⱪini bǝtligǝndǝk zǝⱨǝrlik sɵzini tǝyyarlidi. Ular ⱪilqǝ ǝymǝnmǝy tuyuⱪsiz oⱪ qiⱪiridu.
4 To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.
5 They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?
Ular bǝtniyǝttǝ bir-birini riƣbǝtlǝndürüp, Yoxurun tuzaⱪ ⱪuruxni mǝsliⱨǝtlixip, «Bizni kim kɵrǝlǝytti?» — deyixmǝktǝ.
6 They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.
Ular ⱪǝbiⱨlikkǝ intilip: — «Biz izdinip, ǝtrapliⱪ bir tǝdbir tepip qiⱪtuⱪ!» — dǝydu; Insanning iq-baƣri wǝ ⱪǝlbi dǝrwǝⱪǝ qongⱪur wǝ [bilip bolmas] bir nǝrsidur!
7 Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!
Lekin Huda ularƣa oⱪ atidu; Ular tuyuⱪsiz zǝhimlinidu.
8 When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.
Ular ɵz tili bilǝn putlixidu; Ularni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi ɵzini neri tartidu.
9 Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.
Ⱨǝmmǝ adǝmni ⱪorⱪunq basidu; Ular Hudaning ixlirini bayan ⱪilidu, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ular uning ⱪilƣanlirini oylinip sawaⱪ alidu.
10 The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar Pǝrwǝrdigarda huxal bolup, Uningƣa tayinidu; Kɵngli durus adǝmlǝr roⱨlinip xadlinidu.

< Psalms 64 >