Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Halak qilmighaysen» dégen ahangda oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan «Mixtam» küyi; (bu [küy] Saul padishah Dawutning öyini közleshke paylaqchilarni ewetip, uni öltürüwetmekchi bolghan chaghda yézilghan): — I Xudayim, düshmenlirimning changgilidin qutquzghaysen; Manga qarshi turghanlardin méni égizde aman saqlighaysen.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Méni yamanliq qilghuchilar changgilidin qutquzuwalghaysen, Qanxor ademlerdin méni qutquzghaysen.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Chünki mana, ular jénimni élish üchün paylimaqta, Zorawanlar manga qarshi top bolushup qestleshmekte; Bu [qilghini] mende bolghan birer asiyliq üchün emes, Yaki gunahim üchün emes, i Perwerdigar;
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Mende héch sewenlik bolmisimu, ular yügürüp manga qarshi sep salidu; Méning yardimimge kélishke oyghan, [Halimni] neziringge alghaysen.
5 You, LORD God of Hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
I Perwerdigar, samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Xuda, Israilning Xudasi, Barliq el-yurtlarni sotlap-jazalashqa ornungdin turghaysen; Qestleshni niyet qilghüchilarning héchqaysisigha rehim qilmighaysen. (Sélah)
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Ular kéchisi qaytip kélip, ghaljir ittek ghazh-ghuzh qilip, Sheherni aylinip laghaylap yürmekte.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Qara, ularning aghzidin éqiwatqan shölgeylirini! Lewliridin qilichlar chiqip turidu; Ular: «Kim angliyalaydu?» — deydu.
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Lékin Sen Perwerdigar ularni mesxire qilisen; Barliq ellerni mazaq qilisen!
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
I méning küchüm Bolghuchi! Men Sanga telmürüp qarap yürimen; Chünki Xuda méning yuqiri panahgahimdur.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Manga özgermes muhebbitini körsetküchi Xuda méning aldimda mangidu; Xuda manga düshmenlerning meghlubiyitini körsitidu.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Biraq, [i Xuda], bularni qetl qilmay turghay; Bolmisa méning xelqim Séni untuydu. Öz küchüng bilen ularni sersan qilghaysen, Ularning béshini éghirlashturghaysen; I Reb, bizning qalqinimiz!
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Ularning aghzining buzuqluqi tüpeylidin, Lewlirining sözliri tüpeylidin, Ulardin chiqiwatqan qarghashlar hem aldamchiliqlar tüpeylidin, Ular öz tekebburluqi ichide tuzaqqa chüshkey!
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Gheziping bilen bu ishlargha xatime bergeysen, Xatime bergeysen! Shuning bilen ular yoq bolidu; Shuning bilen yer yüznining chet-chetlirigiche Xudaning heqiqeten Yaqupqa hökümdarliq qilidighanliqi ayan bolghay! (Sélah)
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Derweqe, ular hazirghiche kéchisi qaytip kélip, ghaljir ittek ghazh-ghuzh qilip, Sheherni aylinip laghaylap yüridu.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Itlardek ular ozuq izdep her yerde qatraydu; Qarni toymighuche huwlap yürmekte;
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Lékin men bolsam qudritingni küyleymen, Berheq, seherlerde özgermes muhebbitingni naxsha qilip yangritimen; Chünki Sen men üchün yuqiri qorghan, Éghir künlirimde panahgah bolup kelgensen.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
I méning küchüm Bolghuchi, Sanga küylerni éytimen; Chünki Xuda méning yuqiri qorghinimdur, Manga özgermes muhebbet körsetküchi Xudayimdur.
