Psalms 81
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." Asaph’s. Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup «Gittif»ta qelinsun dǝp, Asaf yazƣan küy: — Küq-ⱪuwwitimiz bolƣan Hudaƣa küy eytip yangritinglar, Yaⱪupning Hudasiƣa xadlinip tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinglar!
2 Raise a melody, and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet, with the harp:
Nahxini yangritip, dapni elip, Yeⱪimliⱪ qiltar ⱨǝm rawabni qelinglar!
3 Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:
Yengi ayda, bǝlgilǝngǝn waⱪitta, Bayram-ⱨeyt künimizdǝ naƣra-sunay qelinglar!
4 For, a statute to Israel, it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;
Qünki bu Israil üqün bekitilgǝn bǝlgilimǝ, Yaⱪupning Hudasining bir pǝrmanidur.
5 A testimony in Joseph, he appointed it, When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not, used I to hear;
U Misir zeminida yürüx ⱪilƣanlirida, (Xu yǝrdǝ biz qüxǝnmǝydiƣan bir tilni anglap yürǝttuⱪ) U buni Yüsüpkǝ guwaⱨ ⱪilip bǝrdi;
6 I took away, from the burden, his shoulder, his hands, from the clay, were set free.
— «Uning mürisini yüktin saⱪit ⱪildim, Uning ⱪoli sewǝt kɵtürüxtin azad boldi;
7 In distress, thou didst cry, and I delivered thee, —I answered thee, within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
Ⱪistaⱪqiliⱪta nida ⱪilding, Mǝn seni azad ⱪildim; Güldürmama qiⱪⱪan mǝhpiy jaydin sanga jawab bǝrdim; «Mǝribaⱨ» suliri boyida seni sinidim». (Selaⱨ)
8 Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!
— «Tingxa, hǝlⱪim, Mǝn seni guwaⱨlar bilǝn agaⱨlandurmǝn; I Israil, Manga ⱪulaⱪ salsang idi!
9 There shall not be, within thee, a foreign GOD, —Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange GOD:
Arangda yat ilaⱨ bolmisun, Yat ǝldiki ilaⱨⱪa bax ǝgmigin!
10 I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, —Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.
Seni Misirdin elip qiⱪⱪan Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayingdurmǝn; Aƣzingni yoƣan aq, Mǝn uni toldurimǝn.
11 But my people, hearkened not, unto my voice, Even, Israel, inclined not unto me.
— Biraⱪ hǝlⱪim sadayimƣa ⱪulaⱪ salmidi, Israilning Manga baƣlanƣusi yoⱪ idi;
12 So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!
Xunga Mǝn ularni ɵz tǝrsaliⱪiƣa ⱪoyuwǝttim; Ular ɵz mǝsliⱨǝtliri bilǝn mengiwerǝtti.
13 If, my people, were hearkening unto me, [If, ] Israel, in my ways, would walk,
— Aⱨ, Mening hǝlⱪim Manga ⱪulaⱪ salsa idi! Israil Mening yollirimda yürsǝ idi!
14 Right soon, their foes, would I subdue, And, against their adversaries, would I turn my hand:
Ularning düxmǝnlirini tezla egildürǝr idim, Ⱪolumni rǝⱪiblirigǝ burap, ularni basar idim.
15 The haters of Yahweh, should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nǝprǝtlǝngüqilǝr Uning aldida zǝiplixip boysunar idi; Ularning xu ahiriti mǝnggügǝ bolatti;
16 Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock—with honey, would I satisfy thee.
Sanga ax-buƣdayning ǝng esilini yegüzǝr idim, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱪoram taxtin ⱨǝsǝl aⱪⱪuzup seni ⱪandurar idim».
