Psalms 21
1 To victorie, the salm of Dauid. Lord, the kyng schal be glad in thi vertu; and he schal ful out haue ioye greetli on thin helthe.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Dawut yazƣan küy: — Padixaⱨ ⱪudritingdin xadlinidu, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Ƣǝlibǝ-nijatliⱪingdin u nǝⱪǝdǝr hursǝn bolidu!
2 Thou hast youe to hym the desire of his herte; and thou hast not defraudid hym of the wille of hise lippis.
Sǝn uning kɵngül tilikini uningƣa ata ⱪilding, Lǝwlirining tǝlipini rǝt ⱪilƣan ǝmǝssǝn. (Selaⱨ)
3 For thou hast bifor come hym in the blessyngis of swetnesse; thou hast set on his heed a coroun of preciouse stoon.
Qünki Sǝn esil bǝrikǝtlǝr bilǝn uni ⱪarxi alding; Uning bexiƣa sap altun taj kiydürdüng.
4 He axide of thee lijf, and thou yauest to hym; the lengthe of daies in to the world, `and in to the world of world.
U Sǝndin ɵmür tilisǝ, Sǝn uningƣa bǝrding, Yǝni uzun künlǝrni, taki ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ bǝrding.
5 His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym.
U Sening bǝrgǝn ƣǝlibǝ-nijatliⱪingdin zor xǝrǝp ⱪuqti; Sǝn uningƣa izzǝt-ⱨǝywǝt ⱨǝm xanu-xǝwkǝt ⱪondurdung.
6 For thou schalt yyue hym in to blessing in to the world of world; thou schalt make hym glad in ioye with thi cheer.
Sǝn uning ɵzini mǝnggülük bǝrikǝtlǝr ⱪilding; Didaringning xadliⱪi bilǝn uni zor hursǝn ⱪilding;
7 For the kyng hopith in the Lord; and in the merci of the hiyeste he schal not be moued.
Qünki padixaⱨ Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayinidu; Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiti bilǝn u ⱨeq tǝwrǝnmǝydu.
8 Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee.
Sening ⱪolung barliⱪ düxmǝnliringni tepip, axkarǝ ⱪilidu; Ong ⱪolung Sanga ɵqmǝnlik ⱪilƣanlarni tepip axkarǝ ⱪilidu;
9 Thou schalt putte hem as a furneis of fier in the tyme of thi cheer; the Lord schal disturble hem in his ire, and fier schal deuoure hem.
Sening didaring kɵrüngǝn kündǝ, ularni yalⱪunluⱪ humdanƣa salƣandǝk kɵydürisǝn; Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝrƣǝzǝp bilǝn ularni yutuwetidu; Ot ularni kɵydürüp tügitidu.
10 Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men.
Ularning tuhumini jaⱨandin, Nǝsillirini kixilik dunyadin ⱪuritisǝn;
11 For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische.
Qünki ular Sanga yamanliⱪ ⱪilixⱪa urundi; Ular rǝzil bir nǝyrǝngni oylap qiⱪⱪini bilǝn, Əmma ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilalmidi.
12 For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem.
Qünki Sǝn ularni kǝynigǝ buruluxⱪa mǝjbur ⱪilding; Sǝn ularning yüzigǝ ⱪarap oⱪyayingni qǝnlǝysǝn.
13 Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵz küqüng bilǝn uluƣluⱪungni namayan ⱪilƣaysǝn; Xuning bilǝn biz nahxa eytip ⱪudritingni mǝdⱨiyilǝymiz.
