< Psalms 138 >
1 [A Psalm] of David. I will praise thee with my whole heart: before the gods will I sing praise to thee.
Dawut yazƣan küy: — Pütün ⱪǝlbim bilǝn Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytimǝn; Barliⱪ ilaⱨlar aldida Seni küylǝymǝn.
2 I will worship towards thy holy temple, and praise thy name for thy loving-kindness and for thy truth: for thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name.
Pak-muⱪǝddǝslikingning ibadǝthanisiƣa ⱪarap bax urimǝn, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ⱨǝm ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪiting üqün namingni tǝbriklǝymǝn; Qünki Sǝn pütün nam-xɵⱨritingdinmu bǝkrǝk, wǝdǝngdǝ turidiƣiningni uluƣ ⱪilƣansǝn.
3 In the day when I cried thou didst answer me, [and] strengthen me [with] strength in my soul.
Sanga nida ⱪilƣan künidǝ, manga jawab bǝrgǝnsǝn; Jenimƣa küq kirgüzüp, meni riƣbǝtlǝndürgǝnsǝn.
4 All the kings of the earth shall praise thee, O LORD, when they hear the words of thy mouth.
Aƣzingdiki sɵzlǝrni angliƣanda, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Jaⱨandiki barliⱪ xaⱨlar Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝydu;
5 Yes, they shall sing in the ways of the LORD: for great [is] the glory of the LORD.
Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning yollirida yürüp nahxa eytidu, Qünki uluƣdur Pǝrwǝrdigarning xan-xǝripi.
6 Though the LORD [is] high, yet hath he respect to the lowly: but the proud he knoweth afar off.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar aliydur; Biraⱪ U ⱨali boxlarƣa nǝzǝr salidu; Tǝkǝbbularni bolsa U yiraⱪtin tonup yetidu.
7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou wilt stretch forth thy hand against the wrath of my enemies, and thy right hand will save me.
Zulmǝt-muxǝⱪⱪǝtlǝr arisida mangƣan bolsammu, Sǝn meni janlandurisǝn; Düxmǝnlirimning ƣǝzipini tosuxⱪa ⱪolungni uzartisǝn, Ong ⱪolung meni ⱪutⱪuzidu.
8 The LORD will perfect [that which] concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, [endureth] for ever: forsake not the works thy own hands.
Pǝrwǝrdigar manga tǝwǝ ixlarni pütküzidu; Meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiting, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝnggülüktur; Ɵz ⱪolliring yasiƣanni taxlap kǝtmigǝysǝn!