Psalms 138

1 A psalm of David. I thank you with my whole being; I sing your praises before the heavenly beings.

Dawut yazghan küy: — Pütün qelbim bilen Sanga teshekkür éytimen; Barliq ilahlar aldida Séni küyleymen.

2 I bow down before your holy Temple, and I am thankful because of who you are—for your trustworthy love and faithfulness—and for the fact that your promises are even greater than what people expect of you.

Pak-muqeddeslikingning ibadetxanisigha qarap bash urimen, Özgermes muhebbiting hem heqiqet-sadaqiting üchün namingni tebrikleymen; Chünki Sen pütün nam-shöhritingdinmu bekrek, wedengde turidighiningni ulugh qilghansen.

3 On the day I cried out to you for help, you answered me. You encouraged me and made me strong.

Sanga nida qilghan künide, manga jawab bergensen; Jénimgha küch kirgüzüp, méni righbetlendürgensen.

4 All the kings of the earth will praise you, Lord, for they have heard what you have said.

Aghzingdiki sözlerni anglighanda, i Perwerdigar, Jahandiki barliq shahlar Séni medhiyileydu;

5 They will sing about what the Lord has done and about the great glory of the Lord.

Ular Perwerdigarning yollirida yürüp naxsha éytidu, Chünki ulughdur Perwerdigarning shan-sheripi.

6 Though the Lord is high above, he pays attention to the lowly; but he recognizes the proud a long way off.

Chünki Perwerdigar aliydur; Biraq U hali boshlargha nezer salidu; Tekebbularni bolsa U yiraqtin tonup yétidu.

7 Even though I walk into a great deal of trouble, you protect me. You reach out to defend me from the anger of those who hate me—your strong hand saves me.

Zulmet-musheqqetler arisida mangghan bolsammu, Sen méni janlandurisen; Düshmenlirimning ghezipini tosushqa qolungni uzartisen, Ong qolung méni qutquzidu.

8 The Lord vindicates me! Lord, your trustworthy love lasts forever! Don't give up on what you have made!

Perwerdigar manga tewe ishlarni pütküzidu; Méhir-muhebbiting, i Perwerdigar, menggülüktur; Öz qolliring yasighanni tashlap ketmigeysen!