Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

Dawutning küy-nahxisi: — Iradǝm qing, i Huda, iradǝm qing; Mǝn mǝdⱨiyǝ nahxilirini eytip, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Seni küylǝymǝn, pütün roⱨim bilǝn!

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

I nǝƣmǝ-sazlirim, oyƣan! Mǝn sǝⱨǝr ⱪuyaxinimu oyƣitimǝn!

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝr arisida Seni uluƣlaymǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Əllǝr arisida Seni küylǝymǝn!

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

Qünki ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ǝrxlǝrgǝ yǝtküdǝk uluƣtur; Ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting bulutlarƣa taⱪaxti.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

I Huda, xan-xɵⱨriting ǝrxlǝrdin yuⱪiri uluƣlanƣay, Xan-xǝriping yǝr yüzini ⱪapliƣay!

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

Ɵz sɵygǝnliringning nijatliⱪ tepixi üqün, Ong ⱪolung bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn.

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Huda Ɵz pak-muⱪǝddǝslikidǝ xundaⱪ degǝn: — «Mǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn Xǝkǝm diyarini bɵlüp berimǝn, Sukkot wadisini [tǝⱪsim ⱪilixⱪa] ɵlqǝymǝn.

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Gilead Manga mǝnsuptur, Manassǝⱨmu Manga mǝnsuptur; Əfraim bolsa beximdiki dubulƣamdur, Yǝⱨuda Mening ǝmr-pǝrman qiⱪarƣuqimdur;

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Moab Mening yuyunux jawurumdur; Edomƣa qoruƣumni taxlaymǝn; Mǝn Filistiyǝ üstidin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn!».

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Kim Meni bu mustǝⱨkǝm xǝⱨǝrgǝ baxlap kirǝlisun? Kim Meni Edomƣa elip baralisun?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

I Huda, Sǝn bizni rasttinla qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪtingmu? Ⱪoxunlirimiz bilǝn billǝ jǝnggǝ qiⱪmamsǝn?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Bizni zulumlardin ⱪutuluxⱪa yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, Qünki insanning yardimi bikardur!

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

Huda arⱪiliⱪ biz qoⱪum baturluⱪ kɵrsitimiz; Bizgǝ zulum ⱪilƣuqilarni qǝyligüqi dǝl U Ɵzidur!