Psalms 21
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup oqulsun dep, Dawut yazghan küy: — Padishah qudritingdin shadlinidu, i Perwerdigar; Ghelibe-nijatliqingdin u neqeder xursen bolidu!
2 The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. (Selah)
Sen uning köngül tilikini uninggha ata qilding, Lewlirining telipini ret qilghan emessen. (Sélah)
3 For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.
Chünki Sen ésil beriketler bilen uni qarshi alding; Uning béshigha sap altun taj kiydürdüng.
4 Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him — length of days, Age-during — and for ever.
U Sendin ömür tilise, Sen uninggha berding, Yeni uzun künlerni, taki ebedil’ebedgiche berding.
5 Great [is] his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.
U Séning bergen ghelibe-nijatliqingdin zor sherep quchti; Sen uninggha izzet-heywet hem shanu-shewket qondurdung.
6 For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.
Sen uning özini menggülük beriketler qilding; Didaringning shadliqi bilen uni zor xursen qilding;
7 For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.
Chünki padishah Perwerdigargha tayinidu; Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchining özgermes muhebbiti bilen u héch tewrenmeydu.
8 Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.
Séning qolung barliq düshmenliringni tépip, ashkare qilidu; Ong qolung Sanga öchmenlik qilghanlarni tépip ashkare qilidu;
9 Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.
Séning didaring körün’gen künde, ularni yalqunluq xumdan’gha salghandek köydürisen; Perwerdigar derghezep bilen ularni yutuwétidu; Ot ularni köydürüp tügitidu.
10 Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.
Ularning tuxumini jahandin, Nesillirini kishilik dunyadin quritisen;
11 For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
Chünki ular Sanga yamanliq qilishqa urundi; Ular rezil bir neyrengni oylap chiqqini bilen, Emma ghelibe qilalmidi.
12 For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
Chünki Sen ularni keynige burulushqa mejbur qilding; Sen ularning yüzige qarap oqyayingni chenleysen.
13 Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!
I Perwerdigar, Öz küchüng bilen ulughluqungni namayan qilghaysen; Shuning bilen biz naxsha éytip qudritingni medhiyileymiz.
