Psalms 113

1 Praise ye Yah! Praise, O ye servants of Yahweh, Praise the Name of Yahweh;

Hemdusana! Medhiyilenglar, i Perwerdigarning qulliri, Perwerdigarning namini medhiyilenglar!

2 Be the Name of Yahweh blessed, henceforth, even to times age-abiding.

Hazirdin bashlap, ebedil’ebedgiche, Perwerdigarning namigha teshekkür-medhiye qayturulsun!

3 From the rising of the sun unto the going in thereof, Worthy to be praised, is the Name of Yahweh:

Kün chiqardin kün patargha, Perwerdigarning nami medhiyilinishke layiqtur!

4 High above all nations, is Yahweh, Above the heavens, his glory.

Perwerdigar ellerdin yuqiri kötürüldi; Shan-sheripi ershlerdin yuqiridur.

5 Who is like Yahweh our God? that goeth on high to dwell,

Kimmu Perwerdigar Xudayimizgha teng bolalisun — Öz makani yuqirida bolsimu,

6 That cometh down low to look, through the heavens and through the earth;

Asmanlargha hem yerge qarash üchün, Özini töwen qilghuchigha?

7 That raiseth, out of the dust, the poor, From the dunghill, uplifteth the needy;

Namrat kishini U topa-changdin kötüridu; Qighliqtin yoqsulni yuqirilitidu;

8 To give a seat with nobles, with the nobles of his people!

Uni ésilzadiler qatarigha, Yeni Öz xelqining ésilzadiliri arisigha olturghuzidu;

9 Causing the barren woman to dwell in a household, A mother of sons in her joy! Praise ye Yah.

U tughmas ayalni öyge orunlashturup, Uni oghullarning xushal anisi qilidu. Hemdusana!