Psalms 47

1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with a voice of exultation.

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy: — Barliⱪ ⱪowmlar, Hudani alⱪixlanglar! Uningƣa yuⱪiri awazinglar bilǝn huxalliⱪ tǝntǝnisini yangritinglar!

2 For the Lord most high is terrible; [he is] a great king over all the earth.

Qünki Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqi, Pǝrwǝrdigar, dǝⱨxǝtlik wǝ ⱨǝywǝtliktur, Pütkül jaⱨanni soriƣuqi büyük Padixaⱨtur.

3 He has subdued the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

U bizgǝ hǝlⱪlǝrni boysundurup, Bizni ǝl-millǝtlǝr üstigǝ ⱨakim ⱪilidu.

4 He has chosen out his inheritance for us, the beauty of Jacob which he loved. (Pause)

U biz üqün mirasimizni tallap, Yǝni Ɵzi sɵygǝn Yaⱪupning pǝhri bolƣan zeminni bekitip bǝrdi. (Selaⱨ)

5 God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with a sound of a trumpet.

Huda tǝntǝnǝ sadasi iqidǝ, Pǝrwǝrdigar sunay sadasi iqidǝ yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürüldi;

6 Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Hudaƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar, nahxa-küy eytinglar! Padixaⱨimizƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar, nahxa-küy eytinglar!

7 For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding.

Huda pütkül jaⱨanning padixaⱨidur; Zeⱨninglar bilǝn uningƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar!

8 God reigns over the nations: God sits upon the throne of his holiness.

Huda ǝllǝr üstidǝ ⱨɵküm süridu; U Ɵzining pak-muⱪǝddǝslikining tǝhtidǝ olturidu.

9 The rulers of the people are assembled with the God of Abraam: for God's mighty ones of the earth have been greatly exalted.

Əl-yurtlarning kattiliri jǝm bolup, Ibraⱨimning Hudasining hǝlⱪigǝ ⱪoxuldi; Qünki jaⱨandiki barliⱪ ⱪalⱪanlar Hudaƣa tǝwǝdur; U nǝⱪǝdǝr aliydur!