Psalms 95
1 Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.
Kelinglar, Pǝrwǝrdigarni yangritip küylǝyli, Nijatliⱪimiz bolƣan Ⱪoram Teximizƣa tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilayli!
2 Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.
Tǝxǝkkürlǝr bilǝn uning aldiƣa kelǝyli, Uningƣa küylǝr bilǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilayli!
3 For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar — büyük bir ilaⱨtur, Pütkül ilaⱨlar üstidiki büyük bir Padixaⱨtur.
4 For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.
Yǝrning tǝgliri Uning ⱪolididur, Taƣlarning qoⱪⱪilirimu Uningkidur.
5 For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.
Dengiz Uningki, U uni yaratⱪan; Ⱪuruⱪluⱪni Uning ⱪolliri xǝkillǝndürdi.
6 Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs;
Kelinglar, Uningƣa bax urup sǝjdǝ ⱪilayli, Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaratⱪuqimiz aldida tiz pükǝyli!
7 for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.
Qünki U bizning Hudayimizdur, Biz bolsaⱪ Uning yayliⱪidiki hǝlⱪ, Uning ⱪoli baⱪidiƣan ⱪoylarmiz. Bügün, ǝgǝr Uning awazini anglisanglar,
8 If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.
Əyni qaƣlarda Mǝribaⱨda bolƣandǝk, qɵl-bayawandiki Massaⱨda bolƣan kündǝk, Yürikinglarni jaⱨil ⱪilmanglar!
9 As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis.
Mana xu yǝrdǝ ata-bowiliringlar Meni sinidi, ispatlidi ⱨǝm ⱪilƣinimni kɵrdi.
10 Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.
Mǝn ⱪiriⱪ yil xu dǝwrdin bizar bolup: — «Bular kɵnglidǝ adaxⱪan bir hǝlⱪtur, Mening yollirimni ⱨeq bilip yǝtmigǝn» — dedim.
11 And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.
Xunga Mǝn ƣǝzǝplinip ⱪǝsǝm iqip: — «Ular ⱨǝrgiz Mening aramgaⱨimƣa kirmǝydu» — dedim.
