Psalms 92
1 A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;
Xabat küni üqün bir küy-nahxa: — Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür eytix, Namingni küylǝx ǝladur, i Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqi!
2 To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;
Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitingni sǝⱨǝrdǝ, Keqilǝrdǝ bolsa, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪitingni jakarlax,
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.
On tarliⱪ saz wǝ rawabni qelip, Qiltar bilǝn mungluⱪ aⱨangda qelix ǝladur!
4 For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.
Qünki Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵz ⱪilƣining arⱪiliⱪ meni hursǝn ⱪilding, Ⱪolliringning ⱪilƣanliri bilǝn mǝn roⱨlinip nahxa eytimǝn.
5 How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!
Pǝrwǝrdigar, ⱪilƣan ixliring nemidegǝn uluƣdur! Oyliring naⱨayiti qongⱪurdur!
6 A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —
Biƣǝm kixi buni bilmǝs, Ⱨamaⱪǝt buni qüxǝnmǝs,
7 When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.
Rǝzillǝr ot-qɵptǝk ayniƣanda, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarning ⱨǝmmisi güllǝngǝndǝ, Mǝnggü ⱨalak bolup ketidiƣanlar xulardur!
8 But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.
Lekin Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝd üstün turisǝn.
9 For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;
Qünki mana düxmǝnliring, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Mana düxmǝnliring yoⱪilidu; Barliⱪ ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar tiripirǝn ⱪiliwetilidu!
10 But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.
Münggüzümni yawayi buⱪiningkidǝk kɵtürisǝn; Bexim yengi may sürkǝp, mǝsiⱨ ⱪilinidu.
11 So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.
Meni ⱪǝst ⱪilƣanlarning [mǝƣlubiyitini] ɵz kɵzum kɵridu; Manga ⱪarxilixixⱪa ⱪozƣalƣan rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilarning [tǝn bǝrgǝnlikinimu] ⱪuliⱪim anglaydu.
12 The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm horma dǝrihi kǝbi güllǝp-yaxnaydu; U Liwandiki kedr dǝrihidǝk ɵsidu.
13 They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyigǝ tikilgǝnlǝr, Hudayimizning ⱨoylilirida güllinidu;
14 Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:
Ular ⱪeriƣandimu yǝnǝ mewǝ beridu, Suluⱪ ⱨǝm yexil ular;
15 To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.
Xuning bilǝn ular Pǝrwǝrdigar durustur, dǝp ispatlaydu; U mening ⱪoram teximdur, Uningda ⱨeq naⱨǝⱪlik yoⱪtur!
