Psalms 138

1 A Psalme of David. I will praise thee with my whole heart: euen before the gods will I praise thee.

Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pütün ⱪǝlbim bilǝn Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytimǝn; Barliⱪ ilaⱨlar aldida Seni küylǝymǝn.

2 I will worship toward thine holy Temple and praise thy Name, because of thy louing kindenesse and for thy trueth: for thou hast magnified thy Name aboue all things by thy word.

Pak-muⱪǝddǝslikingning ibadǝthanisiƣa ⱪarap bax urimǝn, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱨǝm ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪiting üqün namingni tǝbriklǝymǝn; Qünki Sǝn pütün nam-xɵⱨritingdinmu bǝkrǝk, wǝdǝngdǝ turidiƣiningni uluƣ ⱪilƣansǝn.

3 When I called, then thou heardest me, and hast encreased strength in my soule.

Sanga nida ⱪilƣan künidǝ, manga jawab bǝrgǝnsǝn; Jenimƣa küq kirgüzüp, meni riƣbǝtlǝndürgǝnsǝn.

4 All the Kings of the earth shall praise thee, O Lord: for they haue heard the wordes of thy mouth.

Aƣzingdiki sɵzlǝrni angliƣanda, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Jaⱨandiki barliⱪ xaⱨlar Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝydu;

5 And they shall sing of the wayes of the Lord, because the glory of the Lord is great.

Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning yollirida yürüp nahxa eytidu, Qünki uluƣdur Pǝrwǝrdigarning xan-xǝripi.

6 For the Lord is high: yet he beholdeth the lowly, but the proude he knoweth afarre off.

Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar aliydur; Biraⱪ U ⱨali boxlarƣa nǝzǝr salidu; Tǝkǝbbularni bolsa U yiraⱪtin tonup yetidu.

7 Though I walke in the middes of trouble, yet wilt thou reuiue me: thou wilt stretch foorth thine hand vpon the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall saue me.

Zulmǝt-muxǝⱪⱪǝtlǝr arisida mangƣan bolsammu, Sǝn meni janlandurisǝn; Düxmǝnlirimning ƣǝzipini tosuxⱪa ⱪolungni uzartisǝn, Ong ⱪolung meni ⱪutⱪuzidu.

8 The Lord will performe his worke toward me: O Lord, thy mercie endureth for euer: forsake not the workes of thine handes.

Pǝrwǝrdigar manga tǝwǝ ixlarni pütküzidu; Meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiting, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝnggülüktur; Ɵz ⱪolliring yasiƣanni taxlap kǝtmigǝysǝn!