Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The LORD saith unto my lord: 'Sit thou at My right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

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

2 The rod of Thy strength the LORD will send out of Zion: 'Rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.'

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

3 Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy warfare; in adornments of holiness, from the womb of the dawn, thine is the dew of thy youth.

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 hath sworn, and will not repent: 'Thou art a priest for ever after the manner of Melchizedek.'

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

5 The Lord at thy right hand doth crush kings in the day of His wrath.

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

6 He will judge among the nations; He filleth it with dead bodies, He crusheth the head over a wide land.

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

7 He will drink of the brook in the way; therefore will he lift up the head.

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