Psalms 47

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout to God with the voice of triumph.

Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy: — Barliq qowmlar, Xudani alqishlanglar! Uninggha yuqiri awazinglar bilen xushalliq tentenisini yangritinglar!

2 For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

Chünki Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchi, Perwerdigar, dehshetlik we heywetliktur, Pütkül jahanni sorighuchi büyük Padishahtur.

3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

U bizge xelqlerni boysundurup, Bizni el-milletler üstige hakim qilidu.

4 He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

U biz üchün mirasimizni tallap, Yeni Özi söygen Yaqupning pexri bolghan zéminni békitip berdi. (Sélah)

5 God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

Xuda tentene sadasi ichide, Perwerdigar sunay sadasi ichide yuqirigha kötürüldi;

6 Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Xudagha naxsha-küy éytinglar, naxsha-küy éytinglar! Padishahimizgha naxsha-küy éytinglar, naxsha-küy éytinglar!

7 For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

Xuda pütkül jahanning padishahidur; Zéhninglar bilen uninggha naxsha-küy éytinglar!

8 God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

Xuda eller üstide höküm süridu; U Özining pak-muqeddeslikining textide olturidu.

9 The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong to God: he is greatly exalted.

El-yurtlarning kattiliri jem bolup, Ibrahimning Xudasining xelqige qoshuldi; Chünki jahandiki barliq qalqanlar Xudagha tewedur; U neqeder aliydur!