Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Padishah qudritingdin shadlinidu, i Perwerdigar; Ghelibe-nijatliqingdin u neqeder xursen bolidu!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Sen uning köngül tilikini uninggha ata qilding, Lewlirining telipini ret qilghan emessen. (Sélah)
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Chünki Sen ésil beriketler bilen uni qarshi alding; Uning béshigha sap altun taj kiydürdüng.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
U Sendin ömür tilise, Sen uninggha berding, Yeni uzun künlerni, taki ebedil’ebedgiche berding.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
U Séning bergen ghelibe-nijatliqingdin zor sherep quchti; Sen uninggha izzet-heywet hem shanu-shewket qondurdung.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Sen uning özini menggülük beriketler qilding; Didaringning shadliqi bilen uni zor xursen qilding;
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Chünki padishah Perwerdigargha tayinidu; Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchining özgermes muhebbiti bilen u héch tewrenmeydu.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Séning qolung barliq düshmenliringni tépip, ashkare qilidu; Ong qolung Sanga öchmenlik qilghanlarni tépip ashkare qilidu;
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Séning didaring körün’gen künde, ularni yalqunluq xumdan’gha salghandek köydürisen; Perwerdigar derghezep bilen ularni yutuwétidu; Ot ularni köydürüp tügitidu.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Ularning tuxumini jahandin, Nesillirini kishilik dunyadin quritisen;
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Chünki ular Sanga yamanliq qilishqa urundi; Ular rezil bir neyrengni oylap chiqqini bilen, Emma ghelibe qilalmidi.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Chünki Sen ularni keynige burulushqa mejbur qilding; Sen ularning yüzige qarap oqyayingni chenleysen.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
I Perwerdigar, Öz küchüng bilen ulughluqungni namayan qilghaysen; Shuning bilen biz naxsha éytip qudritingni medhiyileymiz.
