Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
Ⱨǝmdusana! Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bundaⱪ ⱪilix xerindur; Hudayimizni küylǝnglar! Mǝdⱨiyǝ oⱪux insanƣa yarixidu.
2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Yerusalemni bina ⱪilmaⱪta; Israilning sürgün ⱪilinƣanlirini U yiƣip kelidu;
3 Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
U kɵngli sunuⱪlarni dawalaydu; Ularning yarilirini tangidu.
4 Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
U yultuzlarning sanini sanaydu; Ularning ⱨǝmmisigǝ bir-birlǝp isim ⱪoyidu.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
Uluƣdur Rǝbbimiz, zor ⱪudrǝtliktur; Uning qüxinixi qǝksizdur.
6 The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
Pǝrwǝrdigar yawax mɵminlǝrni yɵlǝp kɵtüridu; Rǝzillǝrni yǝrgiqǝ tɵwǝn ⱪilidu.
7 Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkürlǝr bilǝn nahxa eytinglar; Küylǝrni qiltarƣa tǝngxǝp eytinglar!
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
U asmanni bulutlar bilǝn ⱪaplitidu, Zeminƣa yamƣurni bekitidu, Taƣlarda ot-qɵplǝrni ɵstüridu;
9 Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Mallarƣa ozuⱪ, Taƣ ⱪaƣisining qüjiliri zarliƣanda, ularƣa ozuⱪ beridu;
10 He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
At küqidin U zoⱪ almaydu; Adǝmning qǝbdǝs putlirini hursǝnlik dǝp bilmǝydu;
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
Pǝrwǝrdigar bǝlki Ɵzidin ǝyminidiƣanlarni, Ɵzining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitigǝ ümid baƣliƣanlarni hursǝnlik dǝp bilidu.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
Pǝrwǝrdigarni mahtanglar, i Yerusalem; Hudayingni mǝdⱨiyilǝ, i Zion.
13 Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Qünki U dǝrwaziliringning taⱪaⱪlirini mǝⱨkǝm ⱪilidu; Seningdǝ turuwatⱪan pǝrzǝntliringgǝ bǝht-bǝrikǝt bǝrdi.
14 Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
U qǝt-qegraliringda aram-tinqliⱪ yürgüzidu, Seni buƣdayning esili bilǝn ⱪanaǝtlǝndüridu.
15 Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
U Ɵz ǝmr-bexarǝtlirini yǝr yüzigǝ ǝwǝtidu; Uning sɵz-kalami intayin tez yügüridu.
16 Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
U aⱪ ⱪarni yungdǝk beridu, Ⱪirawni küllǝrdǝk tarⱪitidu.
17 He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
Uning muzini nan uwaⱪliridǝk ⱪilip parqiliwetidu; Uning soƣuⱪi aldida kim turalisun?
18 He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
U sɵzini ǝwǝtip, ularni eritidu; Uning xamilini qiⱪirip, sularni aⱪⱪuzidu.
19 Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
U Ɵz sɵz-kalamini Yaⱪupⱪa, Bǝlgilimilirini ⱨǝm ⱨɵkümlirini Israilƣa ayan ⱪilidu;
20 He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
U baxⱪa ⱨeqbir ǝlgǝ mundaⱪ muamilǝ ⱪilmiƣandur; Uning ⱨɵkümlirini bolsa, ular bilip baⱪⱪan ǝmǝs. Ⱨǝmdusana!
