Psalms 108
1 A song, a psalm of David. My heart is fixed, God; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises also with my honored heart.
Dawutning küy-nahxisi: — Iradǝm qing, i Huda, iradǝm qing; Mǝn mǝdⱨiyǝ nahxilirini eytip, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Seni küylǝymǝn, pütün roⱨim bilǝn!
2 Wake up, lute and harp; I will wake up the dawn.
I nǝƣmǝ-sazlirim, oyƣan! Mǝn sǝⱨǝr ⱪuyaxinimu oyƣitimǝn!
3 I will give thanks to you, Yahweh, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.
Hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝr arisida Seni uluƣlaymǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Əllǝr arisida Seni küylǝymǝn!
4 For your covenant faithfulness is great above the heavens; and your trustworthiness reaches to the skies.
Qünki ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ǝrxlǝrgǝ yǝtküdǝk uluƣtur; Ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting bulutlarƣa taⱪaxti.
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens, and may your glory be exalted over all the earth.
I Huda, xan-xɵⱨriting ǝrxlǝrdin yuⱪiri uluƣlanƣay, Xan-xǝriping yǝr yüzini ⱪapliƣay!
6 So that those you love may be rescued, rescue us with your right hand and answer me.
Ɵz sɵygǝnliringning nijatliⱪ tepixi üqün, Ong ⱪolung bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn.
7 God has spoken in his holiness; “I will rejoice; I will divide Shechem and apportion out the Valley of Succoth.
Huda Ɵz pak-muⱪǝddǝslikidǝ xundaⱪ degǝn: — «Mǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn Xǝkǝm diyarini bɵlüp berimǝn, Sukkot wadisini [tǝⱪsim ⱪilixⱪa] ɵlqǝymǝn.
8 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is my helmet; Judah is my scepter.
Gilead Manga mǝnsuptur, Manassǝⱨmu Manga mǝnsuptur; Əfraim bolsa beximdiki dubulƣamdur, Yǝⱨuda Mening ǝmr-pǝrman qiⱪarƣuqimdur;
9 Moab is my washbasin; over Edom I will throw my shoe; I will shout in triumph because of Philistia.
Moab Mening yuyunux jawurumdur; Edomƣa qoruƣumni taxlaymǝn; Mǝn Filistiyǝ üstidin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn!».
10 Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me to Edom?”
Kim Meni bu mustǝⱨkǝm xǝⱨǝrgǝ baxlap kirǝlisun? Kim Meni Edomƣa elip baralisun?
11 God, have you not rejected us? You do not go into battle with our army.
I Huda, Sǝn bizni rasttinla qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪtingmu? Ⱪoxunlirimiz bilǝn billǝ jǝnggǝ qiⱪmamsǝn?
12 Give us help against the enemy, for man's help is futile.
Bizni zulumlardin ⱪutuluxⱪa yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, Qünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
13 We will triumph with God's help; he will trample down our enemies.
Huda arⱪiliⱪ biz qoⱪum baturluⱪ kɵrsitimiz; Bizgǝ zulum ⱪilƣuqilarni qǝyligüqi dǝl U Ɵzidur!
