Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy-naxsha: — Zionda, medhiye süküt ichide Séni kütidu, i Xuda; Sanga qilghan wede emelge ashurulidu.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
I, dua Anglighuchi, Séning aldinggha barliq et igiliri kélidu.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Gunahliq ishlar, asiyliqlirimiz, [Kelkün basqandek] mendin ghalip kélidu; Lékin Sen ularni yépip kechürüm qilisen;
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Sen tallap Özüngge yéqinlashturghan kishi némidégen bextlik! U hoyliliringda makanlishidu; Bizler Séning makaningning, yeni muqeddes ibadetxanangning berikitidin qanaet tapimiz;
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
Sen heqqaniyliqni namayan qilidighan karamet we dehshet ishlar bilen bizge jawab, I nijatliqimiz bolghan Xuda, Pütkül yer-déngizlarning chet-chetliridikilergiche tayanchi Bolghuchi!
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Béling qudret bilen baghlan’ghan bolup, Küchüng bilen taghlarni berpa qilghansen;
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Déngizlarning örkeshligen shawqunlirini, Dolqunlarning shawqunlirini, Hemde ellerning chuqanlirini tinjitquchisen!
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Jahanning chet-chetliride turuwatqanlar karametliringdin qorqidu; Sen künchiqishtikilerni, künpétishtikilerni shadlandurisen;
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Yer yüzining [ghémini yep] yoqlap kélip, uni sughirisen, Uni tolimu munbetleshtürisen. Xudaning derya-ériqliri sugha tolghandur; Shundaq qilip sularni teyyarlap, Kishilerni ashliq bilen teminleysen.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Térilghu étizlarning chöneklirini sugha qandurisen, Qirlirini tarashlaysen, Tupraqni mol yéghinlar bilen yumshitisen; Uningda ün’genlerni beriketleysen.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Sen németliringni yilning hosuligha taj qilip qoshup bérisen; Qedemliringdin bayashatliq heryan’gha tamidu;
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Daladiki yaylaqlarghimu tamidu; Tagh-dawanlar shat-xoramliqni özlirige belwagh qilidu;
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Köklemler qoy padiliri bilen kiyin’gen, Jilghilar maysilargha qaplinidu; Ular xushalliq bilen tentene qilidu, Berheq, ular naxshilarni yangritishidu!
