Psalms 84
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Gittif»ta qelinsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy: — Makanliring nǝⱪǝdǝr ǝzizdur, Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar!
2 My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
Jenim Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱨoyliliriƣa tǝxna bolup, Seƣinip ⱨǝtta ⱨalidin ketidu, Dilim wǝ ǝtlirim ⱨayat Tǝngrigǝ tǝlmürüp nida ⱪilidu;
3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
Mana, ⱨǝtta mubarǝk ⱪuqⱪaqmu bir makanni tapⱪan, Ⱪarliƣaqmu ɵzigǝ ⱨǝm bala tuƣidiƣan uwa yasaydiƣan jayni tapⱪan, — Yǝni Sening ⱪurbangaⱨliringdin, I samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Mening Padixaⱨim, mening Hudayim!
4 How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
Sening ɵyüngdǝ turuwatⱪanlar bǝhtliktur! Ular üzlüksiz Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝydu. (Selaⱨ)
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
Küq-ⱪudriti Sǝndin bolƣan kixi bǝhtliktur — Ⱪǝlbidǝ kɵtürülmǝ yollar bolƣanlar;
6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
Yiƣa wadisidin ɵtkǝndǝ, Ular uni bulaⱪliⱪⱪa aylandurar; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, küz yamƣurliri uni bǝrikǝtlǝrgǝ tolduridu.
7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
Ular küqigǝ-küq ulap mengiweridu; Ⱨǝrbiri Zionƣa yetip kelip, Hudaning ⱨuzurida ⱨazir bolidu.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
I samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn; I Yaⱪupning Hudasi, ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! (Selaⱨ)
9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
Ⱪara, i ⱪalⱪinimiz bolƣan Huda, Ɵzüng mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣiningning yüzigǝ iltipat bilǝn ⱪariƣin!
10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
Qünki Sening ⱨoyliliringda ɵtkǝn bir kün Baxⱪa yǝrdǝ ɵtkǝn ming kündin ǝladur; Rǝzillǝrning qedirliridǝ yaxiƣandin kɵrǝ, Hudayimning ɵyining bosuƣisida turƣinim yahxidur.
11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Huda ⱪuyax wǝ ⱪalⱪandur, Pǝrwǝrdigar xapaǝt wǝ xan-xɵⱨrǝt bǝhx etidu; Durus mangƣanlardin U ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ iltipatni ⱨeq ayimaydu;
12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
Samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, Bǝhtliktur Sanga tayanƣan insan!
