Zebur 138

1 Dawut yazghan küy: — Pütün qelbim bilen Sanga teshekkür éytimen; Barliq ilahlar aldida Séni küyleymen.

David’s. I will give thee thanks with all my heart, Before the messengers of God, will I praise thee in song:

2 Pak-muqeddeslikingning ibadetxanisigha qarap bash urimen, Özgermes muhebbiting hem heqiqet-sadaqiting üchün namingni tebrikleymen; Chünki Sen pütün nam-shöhritingdinmu bekrek, wedengde turidighiningni ulugh qilghansen.

I will bow down towards thy holy temple, and thank thy Name, for thy lovingkindness and for thy faithfulness, For thou hast magnified, above all thy Name, thy word!

3 Sanga nida qilghan künide, manga jawab bergensen; Jénimgha küch kirgüzüp, méni righbetlendürgensen.

In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

4 Aghzingdiki sözlerni anglighanda, i Perwerdigar, Jahandiki barliq shahlar Séni medhiyileydu;

All the kings of the earth, will thank thee, O Yahweh, when they have heard the sayings of thy mouth;

5 Ular Perwerdigarning yollirida yürüp naxsha éytidu, Chünki ulughdur Perwerdigarning shan-sheripi.

And they will sing of the ways of Yahweh, That great is the glory of Yahweh:

6 Chünki Perwerdigar aliydur; Biraq U hali boshlargha nezer salidu; Tekebbularni bolsa U yiraqtin tonup yétidu.

Though lofty is Yahweh, yet, the lowly, he regardeth, but, the haughty—afar off, doth he acknowledge.

7 Zulmet-musheqqetler arisida mangghan bolsammu, Sen méni janlandurisen; Düshmenlirimning ghezipini tosushqa qolungni uzartisen, Ong qolung méni qutquzidu.

Though I walk in the midst of distress, thou wilt give me life, —Because of the anger of my foes, thou wilt thrust forth thy hand, and thy right hand, will save me:

8 Perwerdigar manga tewe ishlarni pütküzidu; Méhir-muhebbiting, i Perwerdigar, menggülüktur; Öz qolliring yasighanni tashlap ketmigeysen!

Yahweh, will carry through my cause, —O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.