Psalms 48
1 A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup oⱪulsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy: — Uluƣdur Pǝrwǝrdigar, Hudayimizning xǝⱨiridǝ, Uning muⱪǝddǝsliki turƣan taƣda, U zor mǝdⱨiyǝlǝrgǝ layiⱪtur!
2 Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
Egizlikidin kɵrkǝm, Zion teƣi, Pütkül jaⱨanning hursǝnlikidur; Ximaliy tǝrǝpliri güzǝldur, Büyük padixaⱨning xǝⱨiridur!
3 God in her high places is known for a tower.
Huda ⱪorƣanlirida turidu, Bu yǝrdǝ U egiz panaⱨgaⱨ dǝp tonulidu;
4 For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
Mana, padixaⱨlar yiƣildi, Ular xǝⱨǝrni besip ɵtüp, jǝm boldi.
5 They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
[Xǝⱨǝrni] kɵrüpla ular alaⱪzadǝ boldi; Dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxüp bǝdǝr ⱪeqixti.
6 Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
U yǝrdǝ ularni titrǝk basti, Tolƣaⱪ yegǝn ayaldǝk ular azablandi;
7 By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
Sǝn Tarxixtiki kemilǝrni xǝrⱪ xamili bilǝn wǝyran ⱪiliwǝtting.
8 As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (Selah)
Ⱪuliⱪimiz angliƣanni, Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigarning xǝⱨiridǝ, Hudayimizning xǝⱨiridǝ, Biz ⱨazir ɵz kɵzimiz bilǝn xundaⱪ kɵrduⱪ; Huda mǝnggügǝ uni mustǝⱨkǝm ⱪilidu. (Selaⱨ)
9 We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
Biz sening muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanang iqidǝ turup, i Huda, Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitingni seƣinduⱪ.
10 As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
Namingƣa layiⱪtur, Jaⱨanning qǝt-qǝtlirigiqǝ yǝtküzülgǝn mǝdⱨiyiliring, i Huda; Sening ong ⱪolung ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪ bilǝn tolƣan.
11 Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
Sening adil ⱨɵkümliringdin, Zion teƣi xadlanƣay! Yǝⱨuda ⱪizliri huxal bolƣay!
12 Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
Zion teƣini aylinip mengip, Ətrapida sǝyli ⱪilinglar; Uning munarlirini sanap beⱪinglar;
13 Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
Keyinki ǝwladⱪa uni bayan ⱪilix üqün, Sepil-istiⱨkamlirini kɵngül ⱪoyup kɵzitinglar, Ⱪorƣanlirini kɵzdin kǝqürünglar.
14 That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
Qünki bu Huda ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝd bizning Hudayimizdur; U ɵmürwayǝt bizning yetǝkqimiz bolidu!
