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!
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Padixaⱨ ⱪudritingdin xadlinidu, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Ƣǝlibǝ-nijatliⱪingdin u nǝⱪǝdǝr hursǝn bolidu!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Sǝn uning kɵngül tilikini uningƣa ata ⱪilding, Lǝwlirining tǝlipini rǝt ⱪilƣan ǝmǝssǝn. (Selaⱨ)
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Qünki Sǝn esil bǝrikǝtlǝr bilǝn uni ⱪarxi alding; Uning bexiƣa 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 Sǝndin ɵmür tilisǝ, Sǝn uningƣa bǝrding, Yǝni uzun künlǝrni, taki ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ bǝrding.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
U Sening bǝrgǝn ƣǝlibǝ-nijatliⱪingdin zor xǝrǝp ⱪuqti; Sǝn uningƣa izzǝt-ⱨǝywǝt ⱨǝm xanu-xǝwkǝt ⱪondurdung.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Sǝn uning ɵzini mǝnggülük bǝrikǝtlǝr ⱪilding; Didaringning xadliⱪi bilǝn uni zor hursǝn ⱪilding;
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Qünki padixaⱨ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayinidu; Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiti bilǝn u ⱨeq tǝwrǝnmǝydu.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Sening ⱪolung barliⱪ düxmǝnliringni tepip, axkarǝ ⱪilidu; Ong ⱪolung Sanga ɵqmǝnlik ⱪilƣanlarni tepip axkarǝ ⱪilidu;
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:
Sening didaring kɵrüngǝn kündǝ, ularni yalⱪunluⱪ humdanƣa salƣandǝk kɵydürisǝn; Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝrƣǝzǝp bilǝn ularni yutuwetidu; Ot ularni kɵydürüp tügitidu.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Ularning tuhumini jaⱨandin, Nǝsillirini kixilik dunyadin ⱪuritisǝn;
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Qünki ular Sanga yamanliⱪ ⱪilixⱪa urundi; Ular rǝzil bir nǝyrǝngni oylap qiⱪⱪini bilǝn, Əmma ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilalmidi.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Qünki Sǝn ularni kǝynigǝ buruluxⱪa mǝjbur ⱪilding; Sǝn ularning yüzigǝ ⱪarap oⱪyayingni qǝnlǝysǝn.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵz küqüng bilǝn uluƣluⱪungni namayan ⱪilƣaysǝn; Xuning bilǝn biz nahxa eytip ⱪudritingni mǝdⱨiyilǝymiz.
