Psalms 65
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy-nahxa: — Zionda, mǝdⱨiyǝ süküt iqidǝ Seni kütidu, i Huda; Sanga ⱪilƣan wǝdǝ ǝmǝlgǝ axurulidu.
2 You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.
I, dua Angliƣuqi, Sening aldingƣa barliⱪ ǝt igiliri kelidu.
3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
Gunaⱨliⱪ ixlar, asiyliⱪlirimiz, [Kǝlkün basⱪandǝk] mǝndin ƣalip kelidu; Lekin Sǝn ularni yepip kǝqürüm ⱪilisǝn;
4 Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
Sǝn tallap Ɵzünggǝ yeⱪinlaxturƣan kixi nemidegǝn bǝhtlik! U ⱨoyliliringda makanlixidu; Bizlǝr Sening makaningning, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanangning bǝrikitidin ⱪanaǝt tapimiz;
5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;
Sǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni namayan ⱪilidiƣan karamǝt wǝ dǝⱨxǝt ixlar bilǝn bizgǝ jawab, I nijatliⱪimiz bolƣan Huda, Pütkül yǝr-dengizlarning qǝt-qǝtliridikilǝrgiqǝ tayanqi Bolƣuqi!
6 Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;
Beling ⱪudrǝt bilǝn baƣlanƣan bolup, Küqüng bilǝn taƣlarni bǝrpa ⱪilƣansǝn;
7 who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
Dengizlarning ɵrkǝxligǝn xawⱪunlirini, Dolⱪunlarning xawⱪunlirini, Ⱨǝmdǝ ǝllǝrning quⱪanlirini tinjitⱪuqisǝn!
8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
Jaⱨanning qǝt-qǝtliridǝ turuwatⱪanlar karamǝtliringdin ⱪorⱪidu; Sǝn künqiⱪixtikilǝrni, künpetixtikilǝrni xadlandurisǝn;
9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.
Yǝr yüzining [ƣemini yǝp] yoⱪlap kelip, uni suƣirisǝn, Uni tolimu munbǝtlǝxtürisǝn. Hudaning dǝrya-eriⱪliri suƣa tolƣandur; Xundaⱪ ⱪilip sularni tǝyyarlap, Kixilǝrni axliⱪ bilǝn tǝminlǝysǝn.
10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
Terilƣu etizlarning qɵnǝklirini suƣa ⱪandurisǝn, Ⱪirlirini taraxlaysǝn, Tupraⱪni mol yeƣinlar bilǝn yumxitisǝn; Uningda üngǝnlǝrni bǝrikǝtlǝysǝn.
11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
Sǝn nemǝtliringni yilning ⱨosuliƣa taj ⱪilip ⱪoxup berisǝn; Ⱪǝdǝmliringdin bayaxatliⱪ ⱨǝryanƣa tamidu;
12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
Daladiki yaylaⱪlarƣimu tamidu; Taƣ-dawanlar xat-horamliⱪni ɵzlirigǝ bǝlwaƣ ⱪilidu;
13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy. They also sing.
Kɵklǝmlǝr ⱪoy padiliri bilǝn kiyingǝn, Jilƣilar maysilarƣa ⱪaplinidu; Ular huxalliⱪ bilǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilidu, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ular nahxilarni yangritixidu!
