Psalms 68
1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody, a Song. Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered, Yea let them that hate him flee before him:
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy-naxsha: — Xuda ornidin turdi, düshmenlirini tiripiren qiliwétidu! Uninggha öchmenler Uning aldidin beder qachidu!
2 As smoke is driven about, Let them be driven about, —As wax is melted before a fire, Let the lawless perish before God.
Is-tütek uchurulghandek, ularni uchurup yoqitisen, Mom otta éritilgendek, Reziller Xudaning aldida halak bolidu.
3 But let, the righteous, be glad, let them exult before God, Yea let them rejoice with gladness.
Biraq heqqaniylar xushallinidu, Ular Xuda aldida rohlinip, Tentene qilip shadlinidu.
4 Sing ye to God, Make music of his Name, —Lift up (a song), to him that rideth through the waste plains, —Since Yah is his name, exult ye before him.
Xudagha küyler éytinglar, Uning namini naxsha qilip yangritinglar; Chöl-bayawanlargha Min’güchige bir yolni kötürüp yasanglar; Uning nami «Yah»dur; Uning aldida shadlininglar.
5 The father of the fatherless, And the advocate of widows, Is God, in his holy habitation.
Yétimlargha ata bolghuchi, Tul xotunlarning dewasini sorighuchi, Öz muqeddes makanida turghan Xudadur.
6 God, is he that causeth the solitary to dwell in a home, That bringeth out prisoners into prosperity, But, the rebellious, have made their habitation in a sunburnt land.
Xuda ghériblarni öy-ochaqliq qilidu; U mehbuslarni awatliqqa chiqiridu; Lékin asiylarni qaghjiraq yerde qalduridu.
7 O God! When thou camest forth before thy people, When thou didst stride through the wilderness, (Selah)
I Xuda, Öz xelqingning aldida mangghiningda, Chöl-bayawandin ötüp seper qilghiningda, (Sélah)
8 Earth, trembled, Yea, the heavens, dripped at the presence of God, —This Sinai—at the presence of God, the God of Israel.
Xudaning huzuri aldida, Yeni Israilning Xudasining huzuri aldida, Yer-jahan tewrinip, Asmanlarmu yéghin yaghdurdi; Awu Sinay téghimu tewrinip ketti.
9 A bounteous rain, dost thou shed abroad, O God, upon thine inheritance, When exhausted, thou thyself, hast supported it:
Sen, i Xuda, Öz mirasing [bolghan zémin-xelq] üstige xasiyetlik bir yamghur yaghdurdung; Ular halsizlan’ghanda ularni küchlendürdüng.
10 Thy living host, have remained therein, Thou dost provide, in thy bounty, for the humbled ones—O God!
Séning baqqan padang u yerge makanlashti; Méhribanliqing bilen möminler üchün teyyarliq qilding, i Xuda!
11 Let, My Lord, but give the word, The herald bands, will be a mighty host:
Reb emr qildi; Uni jakarlighuchi qiz-ayallar némidégen zor bir qoshundur!
12 Kings of armies, they flee! they flee! And, she that stayeth at home, shall share the spoil.
«Padishahlar hem qoshunliri beder qéchishti, beder qéchishti!» — [déyishti]; Öyde olturghan qiz-ayallar bolsa oljilarni bölishiwalidu;
13 Though ye rest between the folds, The wings of the dove, shall be covered with silver, And, her pinions, with green-shimmering gold.
Siler qoy baqqanda padilar arisida yatqan bolsanglarmu, Zémininglar emdi qanatlirigha kümüsh sepken, Peyliri parqiraq altun bilen bézelgen paxtektek bolidu;
14 When the Almighty scattereth kings therein, It will gleam like snow in the gloom:
Hemmige Qadir Xuda padishahlarni zéminda tiripiren qiliwetkende, Yer Zalmon téghidiki qardek aqirip ketti.
15 A mighty mountain, is the mountain of Bashan, A mountain of peaks, is the mountain of Bashan!—
Bashan téghi qudretlik bir tagh, Bashan téghi égiz choqqiliri köp bir taghdur;
16 Wherefore start ye up, ye mountains, ye peaks? The mountain God hath coveted for his habitation, Surely, Yahweh will inhabit it ever!
Ey égiz choqqiliq taghlar, Néme üchün Xuda Öz makani qilishni xalighan taghqa heset bilen qaraysiler? Derweqe, Perwerdigar shu taghda menggü turidu!
17 The chariots of God, are two myriads—thousands repeated, My Lord, is among them Sinai, is in the sanctuary!
Xudaning jeng harwiliri tümen-tümen, Milyon-milyondur; Reb ular arisida turidu; Sinay téghidiki muqeddes jayda turidu.
18 Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led in procession a body of captives, Thou hast received gifts consisting of men, Yea even the rebellious, That, Yah, Elohim, might settle down to rest.
Sen yuqirigha kötürüldung, Insanlarni tutqun qilghuchilarni Özüng esir qilip élip ketting; Yah Xuda ularning arisida turushi üchün, Hetta asiyliq qilghanlar [arisida turushi] üchünmu, Sen insan arisida turup iltipatlarni qobul qilding.
19 Blessed be My Lord! Day by day, he beareth our burden for us, GOD himself, is our salvation. (Selah)
Reb medhiyilensun; Chünki U her küni yüklirimizni kötürmekte; Yeni nijatliqimiz bolghan Tengri! (Sélah)
20 The GOD we have, is a GOD of saving deeds, And, due to Yahweh, My Lord, are escapes from death.
Bizning Tengrimiz birdinbir nijatkar Tengridur; Rebge, yeni Perwerdigarghila, ölümge baghliq ishlar tewedur.
21 Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, —The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.
Berheq, Xuda Öz düshmenlirining béshini yaridu, Öz gunahlirida dawamliq kétiwéridighanlarning chachliq kallisini U chaqidu.
22 Said My Lord, From Bashan, will I bring back, —I will bring back from the depths of the sea:
Reb mundaq dédi: «[Öz xelqimni] Bashan diyaridinmu, Déngizlarning chongqur jayliridinmu qayturup kélimen;
23 That thou mayest bathe thy foot in blood, —The tongue of thy dogs, from the foes, hath its portion.
Shundaq qilip [sen xelqim]ning puti qan’gha, Yeni düshmenliringning qénigha milinidu, Itliringning tili buningdinmu nésiwisini [yalaydu]».
24 They have seen thy progress O God, The progress of my GOD, my king into the sanctuary:
Ular Séning mangghanliringni kördi, i Xuda; Yeni méning Ilahim, méning Padishahimning muqeddes jayigha kirip mangghanlirini kördi;
25 In front are the singers, Behind are the harpers, In the midst of damsels playing on timbrels:
Aldingda munajatchilar, keyningde chalghuchilar mangdi, Otturisida dapchi qizlar bar idi:
26 In the congregations, bless ye God, My Lord, from among the called of Israel:
«Jamaetlerde Xuda Rebge teshekkür-medhiye éytinglar, — I Israil bulaqliridin chiqqanlar!» — déyishti.
27 There, is Benjamin, the Diminutive—ruling them, The princes of Judah—their throng, The princes of Zebulun, The princes of Naphtali.
U yerde ularning bashlamchisi bolghan kichik Binyamin qebilisi mangidu; Yehuda emirliri, zor bir top ademler, Zebulunning emirliri, Naftalining emirlirimu bar.
28 Thy God hath commanded thy strength, —The strength, O God, which thou hast wrought for us.
Séning Xudaying küchüngni buyrup békitken; Özüng biz üchün qilghiningni mustehkemligeysen, i Xuda!
29 Because of thy temple above Jerusalem, Unto thee, shall kings bear along a gift—
Yérusalémdiki muqeddes ibadetxanang wejidin, Padishahlar Sanga atap hediyelerni élip kélidu;
30 Rebuke thou, The wild beast of the reeds, The herd of mighty oxen among the calves of the peoples—Each one bowing down with bars of silver, —Scatter thou the peoples, who in wars take delight.
Ah, héliqi qomushluqtiki [yirtquch] janiwarni, Küchlüklerning topini, Taipilerdiki torpaqlarnimu eyibligeysen; Andin ularning herbiri kümüsh tenggilerni ekilip Sanga tiz püküshidu; Urushxumar xelqlerni tiripiren qiliwetkeysen!
31 Ambassadors come out of Egypt, The Ethiopian, eagerly stretcheth out his hands, unto God.
Mötiwer elchiler Misirdin kélidu, Éfiopiye bolsa Xudagha qarap qollirini tézdin kötüridu.
32 Ye kingdoms of the earth, sing unto God, Praise in song Adonay. (Selah)
I yer yüzidiki el-yurtlar, Xudani naxsha bilen medhiyilenglar; Rebni medhiyilep küylerni éytinglar! (Sélah)
33 Unto him that rideth upon the most ancient heavens, Lo! he uttereth his voice, a voice of strength.
Asmanlarning üstige, Qedimdin bar bolghan asmanlarning üstige Min’güchi toghruluq küy éytinglar! Mana, U awazini anglitidu, Uning awazi küchlüktur!
34 Ascribe ye strength unto God, —Over Israel, is his majesty, And his strength, in the skies. To be revered is God, for his sanctuary, —
Xudani küchlük dep bilip jakarlanglar, Uning heywisi Israil üstide, Uning küchi bulutlarda turidu;
35 As for the GOD of Israel, he, is giving strength and abundant might to the people. Blessed be God!
I Xuda, muqeddes jayliringdin sürlük körünisen! Israilning birdinbir Tengrisi! Xelqqe küch-qudret bergüchi bolsa, Udur! Xudagha teshekkür-medhiye oqulsun!
