41–SANO
1 Ijrochilar rahbariga. Koʻrax naslining qasidasi .
2 Kiyik irmoq suvlarini tusaganday,
Ey Xudo, jonim Seni shunday tusaydi!
3 Jonim tashna Xudoga, barhayot Xudoga,
Qachon borib, Uning huzurida hozir boʻlaman?
4 Tuz totmay kechayu kunduz koʻz yosh toʻkaman,
“Qani Xudoying?” deya masxara qilar odamlar doim.
5 Shodlik hayqiriqlariyu hamdu sanolar ostida
Jamoa bilan birga Xudoning uyiga borardim.
Bayram nishonlagani olomon bilan borardim.
Shularni eslab, yuragim pora–pora boʻlmoqda.
6 Nega tushkunlikka tushasan, ey jonim?
Nega behalovat boʻlasan ichimda?
Xudoga umid bogʻla! Shukur etaman
Yana Unga — najotkorim, 7 Xudoyimga.
Tushkunlikka tushganman.
Shu bois, ey Xudo, Seni Iordan diyoridan,
Xermon tizmasidan, Mizor togʻidan turib eslayman.
8 Oʻkirayotgan dengizlarday,
Guvullayotgan sharsharalarday
Sen yuborgan qaygʻu toʻlqinlari
Oʻtgandilar ustimdan bosib.
9 Kunduzi Egam sodiq sevgisini koʻrsatadi,
Tunlari U menga qoʻshiq beradi,
Menga umr bergan Xudoga ibodat qilaman.
10 Xudoga, suyangan Qoyamga aytaman:
“Nega meni unutib qoʻyding Sen?!
Ne uchun gʻamga botib yurmogʻim kerak
Dushmanlarim siquvi sababidan?!”
11 Dushmanlarim haqoratidan suyaklarim zirqiraydi,
Ular muttasil mendan: “Qani Xudoying?!” deya soʻraydi.
12 Nega tushkunlikka tushasan, ey jonim?
Nega behalovat boʻlasan ichimda?
Xudoga umid bogʻla! Shukur etaman
Yana Unga — najotkorim, Xudoyimga.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he come to see me , he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it .
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they , cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
