Psalms 104
1 Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, —Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty, hast thou clothed thyself,
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur, i jenim! I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, intayin uluƣsǝn; Xanu-xǝwkǝt wǝ ⱨǝywǝt bilǝn kiyingǝnsǝn;
2 Putting on light, as a robe, Stretching out the heavens, as a curtain;
Libas bilǝn pürkǝngǝndǝk yoruⱪluⱪⱪa pürkǝngǝnsǝn, Asmanlarni qedir pǝrdisi kǝbi yayƣansǝn.
3 Building, in the waters, his upper chambers, —Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;
U yuⱪiriⱪi rawaⱪlirining limlirini sularƣa ornatⱪan, Bulutlarni jǝng ⱨarwisi ⱪilip, Xamal ⱪanatliri üstidǝ mangidu;
4 Making His messengers, winds, His attendants, a flaming fire;
U pǝrixtilirini xamallar, Hizmǝtkarlirini ot yalⱪuni ⱪilidu.
5 He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Yǝrni U ulliri üstigǝ ornatⱪan; U ǝsla tǝwrinip kǝtmǝydu.
6 With the resounding deep—as a garment, hast thou covered it, Above the mountains, stand the waters;
Libas bilǝn oralƣandǝk, uni qongⱪur dengizlar bilǝn oriƣansǝn, Sular taƣlar qoⱪⱪiliri üstidǝ turdi.
7 At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away;
Sening tǝnbiⱨing bilǝn sular bǝdǝr ⱪaqti, Güldürmamangning sadasidin ular tezdin yandi;
8 Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;
Taƣlar ɵrlǝp qiⱪti, Wadilar qüxüp kǝtti, [Sular] Sǝn bekitkǝn jayƣa qüxüp kǝtti.
9 Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.
Ular texip, yǝrni yǝnǝ ⱪaplimisun dǝp, Sǝn ularƣa qǝklimǝ ⱪoyƣansǝn.
10 Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along;
[Tǝngri] wadilarda bulaⱪlarni eqip urƣutidu, Suliri taƣlar arisida aⱪidu.
11 They give drink, to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst.
Daladiki ⱨǝrbir janiwarƣa ussuluⱪ beridu, Yawayi exǝklǝr ussuzluⱪini ⱪanduridu.
12 Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.
Kɵktiki ⱪuxlar ularning boyida ⱪonidu, Dǝrǝh xahliri arisida sayraydu.
13 Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works, thou satisfiest the earth.
U yuⱪiridiki rawaⱪliridin taƣlarni suƣiridu; Yǝr Sening yasiƣanliringning mewiliridin ⱪandurulidu!
14 Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;
U mallar üqün ot-qɵplǝrni, Insanlar üqün kɵktatlarni ɵstüridu, Xundaⱪla nanni yǝrdin qiⱪiridu;
15 And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face, —And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.
Adǝmning kɵnglini hux ⱪilidiƣan xarabni, Insan yüzini parⱪiritidiƣan mayni qiⱪiridu; Insanning yürikigǝ nan bilǝn ⱪuwwǝt beridu;
16 Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
Pǝrwǝrdigarning dǝrǝhliri, Yǝni Ɵzi tikkǝn Liwan kedir dǝrǝhliri [su iqip] ⱪanaǝtlinidu.
17 Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;
Ənǝ axular arisiƣa ⱪuxlar uwa yasaydu, Lǝylǝk bolsa, arqa dǝrǝhlirini makan ⱪilidu.
18 The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies.
Egiz qoⱪⱪilar taƣ ɵqkilirining, Tik yarlar suƣurlarning panaⱨi bolidu.
19 He hath made the moon for seasons, And, the sun, knoweth his place for entering in.
Pǝsillǝrni bekitmǝk üqün U ayni yaratti, Ⱪuyax bolsa petixini bilidu.
20 Thou causest darkness, and it becometh night, Therein, creepeth forth, Every wild beast of the forest;
Sǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪ qüxürisǝn, tün bolidu; Ormandiki janiwarlarning ⱨǝmmisi uningda xipir-xipir kezip yüridu.
21 The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food.
Arslanlar olja izdǝp ⱨɵrkirǝydu, Tǝngridin ozuⱪ-tülük sorixidu;
22 The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And, in their lairs, lay them down.
Ⱪuyax qiⱪipla, ular qekinidu, Ⱪaytip kirip uwilirida yatidu.
23 Man goeth forth to his work, And to his labour, until evening.
Insan bolsa ɵz ixiƣa qiⱪidu, Ta kǝqkiqǝ meⱨnǝttǝ bolidu.
24 How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them—in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession: —
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, yasiƣan ⱨǝrhil nǝrsiliring nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵptur! Ⱨǝmmisini ⱨekmǝt bilǝn yaratⱪansǝn, Yǝr yüzi ijat-bayliⱪliring bilǝn toldi.
25 This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, —Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;
Ənǝ büyük bipayan dengiz turidu! Uningda san-sanaⱪsiz ƣuȥ-ƣuȥ janiwarlar, Qong wǝ kiqik ⱨaywanlar bar.
26 There, ships, sail along, This sea-monster, thou hast formed to sport therein;
Xu yǝrdǝ kemilǝr ⱪatnaydu, Uningda oynaⱪlisun dǝp sǝn yasiƣan lewiatanmu bar;
27 All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;
Waⱪtida ozuⱪ-tülük bǝrgin dǝp, Bularning ⱨǝmmisi Sanga ⱪaraydu.
28 Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
Ularƣa bǝrginingdǝ, teriwalidu, Ⱪolungni aqⱪiningdila, ular nazunemǝtlǝrgǝ toyidu.
29 Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return:
Yüzüngni yoxursang, ular dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxidu, Roⱨlirini alsang, ular jan üzüp, Yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪaytidu.
30 Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.
Roⱨingni ǝwǝtkiningdǝ, ular yaritilidu, Yǝr-yüzi yengi [bir dǝwr bilǝn] almixidu.
31 Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works:
Pǝrwǝrdigarning xan-xɵⱨriti ǝbǝdiydur, Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz yaratⱪanliridin hursǝn bolidu.
32 Who looketh at the earth, and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.
U yǝrgǝ baⱪⱪinida, yǝr titrǝydu, Taƣlarƣa tǝgkinidǝ, ular tütün qiⱪiridu.
33 I will sing to Yahweh, as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God, while I continue;
Ⱨayatla bolidikǝnmǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nahxa eytimǝn; Wujudum bolsila Hudayimni küylǝymǝn.
34 Pleasing unto him, be my (meditation) I, will rejoice in Yahweh.
U sürgǝn oy-hiyallirimdin sɵyünsǝ! Pǝrwǝrdigarda huxallinimǝn!
35 Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, —Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!
Gunaⱨkarlar yǝr yüzidin tügitilidu, Rǝzillǝr yoⱪ bolidu. I jenim, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur! Ⱨǝmdusana!
