Zebur 108

1 Dawutning küy-naxshisi: — Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilirini éytip, Berheq, Séni küyleymen, pütün rohim bilen!

A canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.

2 I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!

Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.

3 Xelq-milletler arisida Séni ulughlaymen, i Perwerdigar; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!

I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.

4 Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughtur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.

For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.

5 I Xuda, shan-shöhriting ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghay, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!

Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:

6 Öz söygenliringning nijatliq tépishi üchün, Ong qolung bilen qutquzghaysen, Duayimni ijabet qilghaysen.

That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.

7 Xuda Öz pak-muqeddeslikide shundaq dégen: — «Men tentene qilimen, Men Shekem diyarini bölüp bérimen, Sukkot wadisini [teqsim qilishqa] ölcheymen.

God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

8 Giléad Manga mensuptur, Manassehmu Manga mensuptur; Efraim bolsa béshimdiki dubulghamdur, Yehuda Méning emr-perman chiqarghuchimdur;

Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:

9 Moab Méning yuyunush jawurumdur; Édomgha chorughumni tashlaymen; Men Filistiye üstidin tentene qilimen!».

Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.

10 Kim Méni bu mustehkem sheherge bashlap kirelisun? Kim Méni Édomgha élip baralisun?

Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

11 I Xuda, Sen bizni rasttinla chetke qaqtingmu? Qoshunlirimiz bilen bille jengge chiqmamsen?

Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?

12 Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!

O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

13 Xuda arqiliq biz choqum baturluq körsitimiz; Bizge zulum qilghuchilarni cheyligüchi del U Özidur!

Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.