Zebur 108

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

A song. A psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music; awake, my soul.

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

Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.

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

I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord; make music among the nations to you.

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

For great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.

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

Be exalted, O God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.

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

So those you love may be rescued, save by your right hand and answer us.

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

God did solemnly swear: ‘As victor will I divide Shechem, portion out the valley of Succoth.

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

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my sceptre of rule,

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

Moab the pot that I wash in, on Edom I hurl my sandal, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.’

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

O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!

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

Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.

12 Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!

Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.

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

With God we shall yet do bravely, he himself will tread down our foes.