Psalms 100

1 “A psalm of thanksgiving.” Shout joyfully unto the Lord, all ye lands.

Tǝxǝkkür eytix üqün yezilƣan küy: — I pütkül yǝr-jaⱨan, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazinglarni kɵtürünglar!

2 Serve the Lord with joy; come before his presence with triumphal song.

Huxalliⱪ bilǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmitidǝ bolunglar, Ⱨuzuriƣa tǝntǝnǝ-nahxilar bilǝn yeⱪinlixinglar!

3 Know, that the Lord is God indeed: it is he that hath made us, and his are we—his people and the flock of his pasture.

Bilip ⱪoyunglarki, Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪ Hudadur; Bizni yaratⱪan Uning Ɵzidur, biz ǝmǝs! Biz uning hǝlⱪidurmiz, Ɵz yayliⱪida baⱪⱪan ⱪoyliridurmiz.

4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving, his courts with praise: give thanks unto him, bless his name.

Dǝrwaziliriƣa tǝxǝkkür eytixlar bilǝn, Ⱨoyliliriƣa mǝdⱨiyǝlǝr bilǝn kiringlar; Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝp, namiƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturunglar!

5 For the Lord is good; to eternity endureth his kindness; and unto the latest generation his truth.

Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar meⱨribandur; Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ, Uning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪiti ǝwladtin-ǝwladⱪiqidur!