Psalms 110

1 A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.

Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar mening Rǝbbimgǝ: — «Mǝn sening düxmǝnliringni tǝhtipǝring ⱪilƣuqǝ, Ong yenimda olturƣin» — dedi.

2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies.

Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪudritingni kɵrsitidiƣan xaⱨanǝ ⱨasangni Ziondin uzitidu; Düxmǝnliring arisida ⱨɵküm sürgin!

3 Thy people shall come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe.

Küqüngni kɵrsitidiƣan kündǝ, Ɵz hǝlⱪing halis ⱪurbanliⱪ kǝbi pida bolidu; Muⱪǝddǝs ⱨǝywitingdǝ, Xu yaxliⱪ dǝwringdikidǝk, Sanga ⱨazirmu xǝbnǝmlǝr sǝⱨǝrning baliyatⱪusidin yengi qiⱪⱪandǝk qüxidu;

4 The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek.

Pǝrwǝrdigar xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm iqti, Ⱨǝm buningdin yanmaydu: — «Sǝn ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ Mǝlkizǝdǝkning tipidiki bir kaⱨindursǝn».

5 The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound Kings in the day of his wrath.

Ong tǝripingdǝ bolƣan Rǝb ƣǝzipini kɵrsǝtkǝn kündǝ padixaⱨlarni urup parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwetidu;

6 He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

U ǝllǝr arisida sotlaydu; Jay-jaylarni jǝsǝtlǝr bilǝn tolduridu; Kǝng zeminning bexini yaridu;

7 He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.

U yolda eriⱪtin su iqidu; U xunga kixining bexini yɵligüqi bolidu.