Psalms 104
1 Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur, i jenim! I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, intayin uluƣsǝn; Xanu-xǝwkǝt wǝ ⱨǝywǝt bilǝn kiyingǝnsǝn;
2 Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
Libas bilǝn pürkǝngǝndǝk yoruⱪluⱪⱪa pürkǝngǝnsǝn, Asmanlarni qedir pǝrdisi kǝbi yayƣansǝn.
3 Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
U yuⱪiriⱪi rawaⱪlirining limlirini sularƣa ornatⱪan, Bulutlarni jǝng ⱨarwisi ⱪilip, Xamal ⱪanatliri üstidǝ mangidu;
4 Making His messengers — the winds, His ministers — the flaming fire.
U pǝrixtilirini xamallar, Hizmǝtkarlirini ot yalⱪuni ⱪilidu.
5 He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.
Yǝrni U ulliri üstigǝ ornatⱪan; U ǝsla tǝwrinip kǝtmǝydu.
6 The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.
Libas bilǝn oralƣandǝk, uni qongⱪur dengizlar bilǝn oriƣansǝn, Sular taƣlar qoⱪⱪiliri üstidǝ turdi.
7 From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.
Sening tǝnbiⱨing bilǝn sular bǝdǝr ⱪaqti, Güldürmamangning sadasidin ular tezdin yandi;
8 They go up hills — they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.
Taƣlar ɵrlǝp qiⱪti, Wadilar qüxüp kǝtti, [Sular] Sǝn bekitkǝn jayƣa qüxüp kǝtti.
9 A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.
Ular texip, yǝrni yǝnǝ ⱪaplimisun dǝp, Sǝn ularƣa qǝklimǝ ⱪoyƣansǝn.
10 Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on.
[Tǝngri] wadilarda bulaⱪlarni eqip urƣutidu, Suliri taƣlar arisida aⱪidu.
11 They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.
Daladiki ⱨǝrbir janiwarƣa ussuluⱪ beridu, Yawayi exǝklǝr ussuzluⱪini ⱪanduridu.
12 By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
Kɵktiki ⱪuxlar ularning boyida ⱪonidu, Dǝrǝh xahliri arisida sayraydu.
13 Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.
U yuⱪiridiki rawaⱪliridin taƣlarni suƣiridu; Yǝr Sening yasiƣanliringning mewiliridin ⱪandurulidu!
14 Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
U mallar üqün ot-qɵplǝrni, Insanlar üqün kɵktatlarni ɵstüridu, Xundaⱪla nanni yǝrdin qiⱪiridu;
15 And wine — it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread — the heart of man it supporteth.
Adǝmning kɵnglini hux ⱪilidiƣan xarabni, Insan yüzini parⱪiritidiƣan mayni qiⱪiridu; Insanning yürikigǝ nan bilǝn ⱪuwwǝt beridu;
16 Satisfied [are] the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,
Pǝrwǝrdigarning dǝrǝhliri, Yǝni Ɵzi tikkǝn Liwan kedir dǝrǝhliri [su iqip] ⱪanaǝtlinidu.
17 Where birds do make nests, The stork — the firs [are] her house.
Ənǝ axular arisiƣa ⱪuxlar uwa yasaydu, Lǝylǝk bolsa, arqa dǝrǝhlirini makan ⱪilidu.
18 The high hills [are] for wild goats, Rocks [are] a refuge for conies,
Egiz qoⱪⱪilar taƣ ɵqkilirining, Tik yarlar suƣurlarning panaⱨi bolidu.
19 He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place of entrance.
Pǝsillǝrni bekitmǝk üqün U ayni yaratti, Ⱪuyax bolsa petixini bilidu.
20 Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.
Sǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪ qüxürisǝn, tün bolidu; Ormandiki janiwarlarning ⱨǝmmisi uningda xipir-xipir kezip yüridu.
21 The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.
Arslanlar olja izdǝp ⱨɵrkirǝydu, Tǝngridin ozuⱪ-tülük sorixidu;
22 The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they crouch.
Ⱪuyax qiⱪipla, ular qekinidu, Ⱪaytip kirip uwilirida yatidu.
23 Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service — till evening.
Insan bolsa ɵz ixiƣa qiⱪidu, Ta kǝqkiqǝ meⱨnǝttǝ bolidu.
24 How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, yasiƣan ⱨǝrhil nǝrsiliring nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵptur! Ⱨǝmmisini ⱨekmǝt bilǝn yaratⱪansǝn, Yǝr yüzi ijat-bayliⱪliring bilǝn toldi.
25 This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things — innumerable, Living creatures — small with great.
Ənǝ büyük bipayan dengiz turidu! Uningda san-sanaⱪsiz ƣuȥ-ƣuȥ janiwarlar, Qong wǝ kiqik ⱨaywanlar bar.
26 There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.
Xu yǝrdǝ kemilǝr ⱪatnaydu, Uningda oynaⱪlisun dǝp sǝn yasiƣan lewiatanmu bar;
27 All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.
Waⱪtida ozuⱪ-tülük bǝrgin dǝp, Bularning ⱨǝmmisi Sanga ⱪaraydu.
28 Thou dost give to them — they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand — they [are] satisfied [with] good.
Ularƣa bǝrginingdǝ, teriwalidu, Ⱪolungni aqⱪiningdila, ular nazunemǝtlǝrgǝ toyidu.
29 Thou hidest Thy face — they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit — they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.
Yüzüngni yoxursang, ular dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxidu, Roⱨlirini alsang, ular jan üzüp, Yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪaytidu.
30 Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground.
Roⱨingni ǝwǝtkiningdǝ, ular yaritilidu, Yǝr-yüzi yengi [bir dǝwr bilǝn] almixidu.
31 The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in His works,
Pǝrwǝrdigarning xan-xɵⱨriti ǝbǝdiydur, Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz yaratⱪanliridin hursǝn bolidu.
32 Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against hills, and they smoke.
U yǝrgǝ baⱪⱪinida, yǝr titrǝydu, Taƣlarƣa tǝgkinidǝ, ular tütün qiⱪiridu.
33 I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
Ⱨayatla bolidikǝnmǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nahxa eytimǝn; Wujudum bolsila Hudayimni küylǝymǝn.
34 Sweet is my meditation on Him, I — I do rejoice in Jehovah.
U sürgǝn oy-hiyallirimdin sɵyünsǝ! Pǝrwǝrdigarda huxallinimǝn!
35 Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah!
Gunaⱨkarlar yǝr yüzidin tügitilidu, Rǝzillǝr yoⱪ bolidu. I jenim, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur! Ⱨǝmdusana!
