Psalms 110

1 A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar méning Rebbimge: — «Men séning düshmenliringni textipering qilghuche, Ong yénimda olturghin» — dédi.

2 The LORD will send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

Perwerdigar qudritingni körsitidighan shahane hasangni Ziondin uzitidu; Düshmenliring arisida höküm sürgin!

3 Thy people [shall be] willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness: from the womb of the morning, thou hast the dew of thy youth.

Küchüngni körsitidighan künde, Öz xelqing xalis qurbanliq kebi pida bolidu; Muqeddes heywitingde, Shu yashliq dewringdikidek, Sanga hazirmu shebnemler seherning baliyatqusidin yéngi chiqqandek chüshidu;

4 The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou [art] a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedek.

Perwerdigar shundaq qesem ichti, Hem buningdin yanmaydu: — «Sen ebedil’ebedgiche Melkizedekning tipidiki bir kahindursen».

5 The LORD at thy right hand will strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

Ong teripingde bolghan Reb ghezipini körsetken künde padishahlarni urup pare-pare qiliwétidu;

6 He will judge among the heathen, he will fill [the places] with the dead bodies; he will wound the heads over many countries.

U eller arisida sotlaydu; Jay-jaylarni jesetler bilen tolduridu; Keng zéminning béshini yaridu;

7 He will drink of the brook in the way: therefore will he lift up the head.

U yolda ériqtin su ichidu; U shunga kishining béshini yöligüchi bolidu.