< Psalms 9 >

1 To him that excelleth vpon Muth Laben. A Psalme of Dauid. I will praise the Lord with my whole heart: I will speake of all thy marueilous workes.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Mut-Labbǝn» degǝn aⱨangda oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Mǝn Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarni pütün ⱪǝlbim bilǝn mǝdⱨiyǝlǝymǝn; Mǝn Sening ⱪilƣan barliⱪ karamǝtliringni bayan ⱪilay;
2 I will bee glad, and reioyce in thee: I will sing praise to thy Name, O most High,
Mǝn Sǝndin huxal bolup xadlinimǝn; Sening namingni nahxa ⱪilip eytimǝn, i Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy!
3 For that mine enemies are turned backe: they shall fall, and perish at thy presence.
Mening düxmǝnlirimning kǝynigǝ yenixliri bolsa, Dǝl ularning sening didaring aldida yiⱪilip, yoⱪilixidin ibarǝt bolidu.
4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne, and iudgest right.
Qünki Sǝn mening ⱨǝⱪⱪim ⱨǝm dǝwayimni soriding; Sǝn tǝhtkǝ olturup, ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarqǝ sotliding.
5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen: thou hast destroyed the wicked: thou hast put out their name for euer and euer.
Sǝn ǝllǝrgǝ tǝnbiⱨ berip, rǝzillǝrni ⱨalak ⱪilding; Sǝn ularning namini mǝnggügǝ ɵqürüwǝtkǝnsǝn.
6 O enemie, destructions are come to a perpetual end, and thou hast destroyed the cities: their memoriall is perished with them.
I düxminim! Ⱨalakǝtliring mǝnggülük boldi! Sǝn xǝⱨǝrlirini yulup taxliwǝtting, Ⱨǝtta ularning namlirimu yoⱪap kǝtti;
7 But the Lord shall sit for euer: hee hath prepared his throne for iudgement.
Biraⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigar mǝnggügǝ olturup [ⱨɵküm süridu]; U Ɵz tǝhtini sot ⱪilixⱪa tǝyyarlap bekitkǝn;
8 For he shall iudge the worlde in righteousnes, and shall iudge the people with equitie.
Alǝmni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪ bilǝn sot ⱪilƣuqi Udur; Hǝlⱪlǝrning üstidin U adilliⱪ bilǝn ⱨɵküm qiⱪiridu;
9 The Lord also wil be a refuge for the poore, a refuge in due time, euen in affliction.
Ⱨǝm U Pǝrwǝrdigar ezilgüqilǝrgǝ egiz panaⱨ, Xundaⱪla azabliⱪ künlǝrdǝ egiz panaⱨdur.
10 And they that know thy Name, will trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not failed them that seeke thee.
Namingni bilgǝnlǝr bolsa Sanga tayinidu; Qünki Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵzüngni izdigǝnlǝrni ⱨǝrgiz taxliƣan ǝmǝssǝn.
11 Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion: shewe the people his workes.
Zionda turƣuqi Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa küylǝrni yangritinglar! Uning ⱪilƣanlirini hǝlⱪlǝr arisida bayan ⱪilinglar;
12 For whe he maketh inquisition for blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaint of the poore.
Qünki [tɵkülgǝn] ⱪanning soriⱪini ⱪilƣuqi udur, U dǝl xundaⱪ kixilǝrni ǝslǝydu, Har ⱪilinƣanlarning nalǝ-pǝryadlirini U untuƣan ǝmǝs.
13 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lord: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
Manga xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtkin, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Mening ɵqmǝnlǝrdin kɵrgǝn horluⱪlirimƣa nǝzǝr salƣinki, Meni ɵlüm dǝrwaziliri aldidin kɵtürgǝysǝn;
14 That I may shewe all thy praises within the gates of the daughter of Zion, and reioyce in thy saluation.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilƣanda mǝn Zion ⱪizining dǝrwazilirida turup, Sanga tǝǝlluⱪ barliⱪ mǝdⱨiyilǝrni jakarlaymǝn; Mǝn nijatliⱪ-ⱪutⱪuzuxungda xadlinimǝn.
15 The heathen are sunken downe in the pit that they made: in the nette that they hid, is their foote taken.
Əllǝr bolsa ɵzliri koliƣan oriƣa ɵzliri qüxüp kǝtti, Ɵzliri yoxurup ⱪoyƣan torƣa puti ⱪapsilip ⱪaldi.
16 The Lord is knowen by executing iudgement: the wicked is snared in the worke of his owne handes. (Higgaion, Selah)
Pǝrwǝrdigar qiⱪarƣan ⱨɵkümi bilǝn tonular; Rǝzil adǝmlǝr ɵz ⱪolida yasiƣini bilǝn ilinip ⱪaldi. Higgaon (Selaⱨ)
17 The wicked shall turne into hell, and all nations that forget God. (Sheol h7585)
Rǝzillǝr, Yǝni Hudani untuƣan barliⱪ ǝllǝr, Yandurulup, tǝⱨtisaraƣa taxlinidu. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the poore shall not bee alway forgotten: the hope of the afflicted shall not perish for euer.
Qünki namratlar mǝnggügǝ ǝstin qiⱪirilmaydu; Mɵminlǝrning ümidi mǝnggü ɵqmǝy, turiweridu.
19 Vp Lord: let not man preuaile: let the heathen be iudged in thy sight.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, ornungdin turƣin; Adǝm balilirining ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilixiƣa yol ⱪoymiƣin; Ⱨuzurung aldida barliⱪ ǝllǝr sotlansun.
20 Put them in feare, O Lord, that the heathen may knowe that they are but men. (Selah)
Ularni dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxür, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Əllǝr ɵzlirini biz pǝⱪǝt adǝm baliliri halas, dǝp bilsun! (Selaⱨ)

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