Psalms 147
1 PRAISE ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
Ⱨǝmdusana! Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bundaⱪ ⱪilix xerindur; Hudayimizni küylǝnglar! Mǝdⱨiyǝ oⱪux insanƣa yarixidu.
2 The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Yerusalemni bina ⱪilmaⱪta; Israilning sürgün ⱪilinƣanlirini U yiƣip kelidu;
3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
U kɵngli sunuⱪlarni dawalaydu; Ularning yarilirini tangidu.
4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
U yultuzlarning sanini sanaydu; Ularning ⱨǝmmisigǝ bir-birlǝp isim ⱪoyidu.
5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
Uluƣdur Rǝbbimiz, zor ⱪudrǝtliktur; Uning qüxinixi qǝksizdur.
6 The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
Pǝrwǝrdigar yawax mɵminlǝrni yɵlǝp kɵtüridu; Rǝzillǝrni yǝrgiqǝ tɵwǝn ⱪilidu.
7 Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkürlǝr bilǝn nahxa eytinglar; Küylǝrni qiltarƣa tǝngxǝp eytinglar!
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
U asmanni bulutlar bilǝn ⱪaplitidu, Zeminƣa yamƣurni bekitidu, Taƣlarda ot-qɵplǝrni ɵstüridu;
9 He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
Mallarƣa ozuⱪ, Taƣ ⱪaƣisining qüjiliri zarliƣanda, ularƣa ozuⱪ beridu;
10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
At küqidin U zoⱪ almaydu; Adǝmning qǝbdǝs putlirini hursǝnlik dǝp bilmǝydu;
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
Pǝrwǝrdigar bǝlki Ɵzidin ǝyminidiƣanlarni, Ɵzining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitigǝ ümid baƣliƣanlarni hursǝnlik dǝp bilidu.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
Pǝrwǝrdigarni mahtanglar, i Yerusalem; Hudayingni mǝdⱨiyilǝ, i Zion.
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Qünki U dǝrwaziliringning taⱪaⱪlirini mǝⱨkǝm ⱪilidu; Seningdǝ turuwatⱪan pǝrzǝntliringgǝ bǝht-bǝrikǝt bǝrdi.
14 He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
U qǝt-qegraliringda aram-tinqliⱪ yürgüzidu, Seni buƣdayning esili bilǝn ⱪanaǝtlǝndüridu.
15 He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
U Ɵz ǝmr-bexarǝtlirini yǝr yüzigǝ ǝwǝtidu; Uning sɵz-kalami intayin tez yügüridu.
16 He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
U aⱪ ⱪarni yungdǝk beridu, Ⱪirawni küllǝrdǝk tarⱪitidu.
17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
Uning muzini nan uwaⱪliridǝk ⱪilip parqiliwetidu; Uning soƣuⱪi aldida kim turalisun?
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
U sɵzini ǝwǝtip, ularni eritidu; Uning xamilini qiⱪirip, sularni aⱪⱪuzidu.
19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
U Ɵz sɵz-kalamini Yaⱪupⱪa, Bǝlgilimilirini ⱨǝm ⱨɵkümlirini Israilƣa ayan ⱪilidu;
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord.
U baxⱪa ⱨeqbir ǝlgǝ mundaⱪ muamilǝ ⱪilmiƣandur; Uning ⱨɵkümlirini bolsa, ular bilip baⱪⱪan ǝmǝs. Ⱨǝmdusana!
