< 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.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy-nahxa: — Zionda, mǝdⱨiyǝ süküt iqidǝ Seni kütidu, i Huda; Sanga ⱪilƣan wǝdǝ ǝmǝlgǝ axurulidu.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
I, dua Angliƣuqi, Sening aldingƣa barliⱪ ǝt igiliri kelidu.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Gunaⱨliⱪ ixlar, asiyliⱪlirimiz, [Kǝlkün basⱪandǝk] mǝndin ƣalip kelidu; Lekin Sǝn ularni yepip kǝqürüm ⱪilisǝn;
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.
Sǝn tallap Ɵzünggǝ yeⱪinlaxturƣan kixi nemidegǝn bǝhtlik! U ⱨoyliliringda makanlixidu; Bizlǝr Sening makaningning, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanangning bǝrikitidin ⱪanaǝt 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;
Sǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni namayan ⱪilidiƣan karamǝt wǝ dǝⱨxǝt ixlar bilǝn bizgǝ jawab, I nijatliⱪimiz bolƣan Huda, Pütkül yǝr-dengizlarning qǝt-qǝtliridikilǝrgiqǝ tayanqi Bolƣuqi!
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Beling ⱪudrǝt bilǝn baƣlanƣan bolup, Küqüng bilǝn taƣlarni bǝrpa ⱪilƣansǝn;
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Dengizlarning ɵrkǝxligǝn xawⱪunlirini, Dolⱪunlarning xawⱪunlirini, Ⱨǝmdǝ ǝllǝrning quⱪanlirini tinjitⱪuqisǝn!
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.
Jaⱨanning qǝt-qǝtliridǝ turuwatⱪanlar karamǝtliringdin ⱪorⱪidu; Sǝn künqiⱪixtikilǝrni, künpetixtikilǝrni xadlandurisǝn;
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:
Yǝr yüzining [ƣemini yǝp] yoⱪlap kelip, uni suƣirisǝn, Uni tolimu munbǝtlǝxtürisǝn. Hudaning dǝrya-eriⱪliri suƣa tolƣandur; Xundaⱪ ⱪilip sularni tǝyyarlap, Kixilǝrni axliⱪ bilǝn tǝminlǝysǝn.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Terilƣu etizlarning qɵnǝklirini suƣa ⱪandurisǝn, Ⱪirlirini taraxlaysǝn, Tupraⱪni mol yeƣinlar bilǝn yumxitisǝn; Uningda üngǝnlǝrni bǝrikǝtlǝysǝn.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Sǝn nemǝtliringni yilning ⱨosuliƣa taj ⱪilip ⱪoxup berisǝn; Ⱪǝdǝmliringdin bayaxatliⱪ ⱨǝryanƣa tamidu;
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Daladiki yaylaⱪlarƣimu tamidu; Taƣ-dawanlar xat-horamliⱪni ɵzlirigǝ bǝlwaƣ ⱪilidu;
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Kɵklǝmlǝr ⱪoy padiliri bilǝn kiyingǝn, Jilƣilar maysilarƣa ⱪaplinidu; Ular huxalliⱪ bilǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilidu, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ular nahxilarni yangritixidu!

< Psalms 65 >