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.

Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy: — Barliⱪ ⱪowmlar, Hudani alⱪixlanglar! Uningƣa yuⱪiri awazinglar bilǝn huxalliⱪ tǝntǝnisini yangritinglar!

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

Qünki Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqi, Pǝrwǝrdigar, dǝⱨxǝtlik wǝ ⱨǝywǝtliktur, Pütkül jaⱨanni soriƣuqi büyük Padixaⱨtur.

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

U bizgǝ hǝlⱪlǝrni boysundurup, Bizni ǝl-millǝtlǝr üstigǝ ⱨakim ⱪilidu.

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

U biz üqün mirasimizni tallap, Yǝni Ɵzi sɵygǝn Yaⱪupning pǝhri bolƣan zeminni bekitip bǝrdi. (Selaⱨ)

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

Huda tǝntǝnǝ sadasi iqidǝ, Pǝrwǝrdigar sunay sadasi iqidǝ yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürüldi;

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

Hudaƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar, nahxa-küy eytinglar! Padixaⱨimizƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar, nahxa-küy eytinglar!

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

Huda pütkül jaⱨanning padixaⱨidur; Zeⱨninglar bilǝn uningƣa nahxa-küy eytinglar!

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

Huda ǝllǝr üstidǝ ⱨɵküm süridu; U Ɵzining pak-muⱪǝddǝslikining tǝhtidǝ 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.

Əl-yurtlarning kattiliri jǝm bolup, Ibraⱨimning Hudasining hǝlⱪigǝ ⱪoxuldi; Qünki jaⱨandiki barliⱪ ⱪalⱪanlar Hudaƣa tǝwǝdur; U nǝⱪǝdǝr aliydur!