Psalms 84
1 Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core. How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Gittif»ta chélinsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy: — Makanliring neqeder ezizdur, Samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar!
2 My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.
Jénim Perwerdigarning hoylilirigha teshna bolup, Séghinip hetta halidin kétidu, Dilim we etlirim hayat Tengrige telmürüp nida qilidu;
3 For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
Mana, hetta mubarek quchqachmu bir makanni tapqan, Qarlighachmu özige hem bala tughidighan uwa yasaydighan jayni tapqan, — Yeni Séning qurban’gahliringdin, I samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, — Méning Padishahim, méning Xudayim!
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.
Séning öyüngde turuwatqanlar bextliktur! Ular üzlüksiz Séni medhiyileydu. (Sélah)
5 Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,
Küch-qudriti Sendin bolghan kishi bextliktur — Qelbide kötürülme yollar bolghanlar;
6 In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.
Yigha wadisidin ötkende, Ular uni bulaqliqqa aylandurar; Berheq, küz yamghurliri uni beriketlerge tolduridu.
7 For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
Ular küchige-küch ulap méngiwéridu; Herbiri Zion’gha yétip kélip, Xudaning huzurida hazir bolidu.
8 O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.
I samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, duayimni anglighaysen; I Yaqupning Xudasi, qulaq salghaysen! (Sélah)
9 Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.
Qara, i qalqinimiz bolghan Xuda, Özüng mesih qilghiningning yüzige iltipat bilen qarighin!
10 For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.
Chünki Séning hoyliliringda ötken bir kün Bashqa yerde ötken ming kündin eladur; Rezillerning chédirliride yashighandin köre, Xudayimning öyining bosughisida turghinim yaxshidur.
11 For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.
Perwerdigar Xuda quyash we qalqandur, Perwerdigar shapaet we shan-shöhret bexsh étidu; Durus mangghanlardin U herqandaq iltipatni héch ayimaydu;
12 He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.
Samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, Bextliktur Sanga tayan’ghan insan!
