Psalms 65
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. A Song. It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy-naxsha: — Zionda, medhiye süküt ichide Séni kütidu, i Xuda; Sanga qilghan wede emelge ashurulidu.
2 To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.
I, dua Anglighuchi, Séning aldinggha barliq et igiliri kélidu.
3 Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.
Gunahliq ishlar, asiyliqlirimiz, [Kelkün basqandek] mendin ghalip kélidu; Lékin Sen ularni yépip kechürüm qilisen;
4 Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.
Sen tallap Özüngge yéqinlashturghan kishi némidégen bextlik! U hoyliliringda makanlishidu; Bizler Séning makaningning, yeni muqeddes ibadetxanangning berikitidin qanaet tapimiz;
5 You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;
Sen heqqaniyliqni namayan qilidighan karamet we dehshet ishlar bilen bizge jawab, I nijatliqimiz bolghan Xuda, Pütkül yer-déngizlarning chet-chetliridikilergiche tayanchi Bolghuchi!
6 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:
Béling qudret bilen baghlan’ghan bolup, Küchüng bilen taghlarni berpa qilghansen;
7 Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.
Déngizlarning örkeshligen shawqunlirini, Dolqunlarning shawqunlirini, Hemde ellerning chuqanlirini tinjitquchisen!
8 Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.
Jahanning chet-chetliride turuwatqanlar karametliringdin qorqidu; Sen künchiqishtikilerni, künpétishtikilerni shadlandurisen;
9 You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.
Yer yüzining [ghémini yep] yoqlap kélip, uni sughirisen, Uni tolimu munbetleshtürisen. Xudaning derya-ériqliri sugha tolghandur; Shundaq qilip sularni teyyarlap, Kishilerni ashliq bilen teminleysen.
10 You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.
Térilghu étizlarning chöneklirini sugha qandurisen, Qirlirini tarashlaysen, Tupraqni mol yéghinlar bilen yumshitisen; Uningda ün’genlerni beriketleysen.
11 The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,
Sen németliringni yilning hosuligha taj qilip qoshup bérisen; Qedemliringdin bayashatliq heryan’gha tamidu;
12 Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.
Daladiki yaylaqlarghimu tamidu; Tagh-dawanlar shat-xoramliqni özlirige belwagh qilidu;
13 The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.
Köklemler qoy padiliri bilen kiyin’gen, Jilghilar maysilargha qaplinidu; Ular xushalliq bilen tentene qilidu, Berheq, ular naxshilarni yangritishidu!
