Psalms 110

1 A Psalm by David. Yahweh says to my Lord, “Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.”

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

2 Yahweh will send out the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule among your enemies.

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

3 Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in holy array. Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your 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 Yahweh has sworn, and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.”

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

5 The Lord is at your right hand. He will crush 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 nations. He will heap up dead bodies. He will crush the ruler of the whole earth.

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

7 He will drink of the brook on the way; therefore he will lift up his head.

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