Zebur 2
1 Eller némishqa chuqan salidu? Néme üchün xelqler bikardin-bikar suyiqest oylaydu?
Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?
2 Dunyadiki padishahlar sepke tizilip, Emeldarlar qara niyet eyliship, Perwerdigar we Uning Mesihi bilen qarshiliship: —
The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.
3 «Ularning cheklimilirini chörüwéteyli, Ularning asaretlirini buzup tashlayli!» — déyishidu.
Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.
4 Asmanda olturghuchi külidu, Reb ularni mazaq qilidu;
But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.
5 Hem achchiqida ulargha sözlep, Qehri bilen ularni wehimige sélip: —
Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
6 «Özüm bolsam Zionda, yeni muqeddes téghimda, Özüm mesih qilghan padishahni tiklidim».
Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.
7 «Men [ershtiki] permanni jakarlaymenki, Perwerdigar manga: — «Sen Méning oghlum; Özüm séni bügünki künde tughuldurdum;
I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.
8 Mendin sora, Men sanga miras bolushqa ellerni, Teelluqung bolushqa yer yüzini chet-chetlirigiche bérimen;
Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.
9 Sen tömür tayaq bilen ularni bitchit qiliwétisen; Sapal chinini kukum-talqan qilghandek, sen ularni pare-pare qiliwétisen» — dédi».
Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.
10 Emdi, hey padishahlar, eqildar bolunglar! Jahandiki soraqchilar sawaq élinglar;
Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.
11 Perwerdigardin qorqush bilen uning xizmitide bolunglar; Titrek ichide xushallininglar!
Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.
12 Oghulning ghezipining qozghalmasliqi üchün, Uni söyünglar; Chünki uning ghezipi sella qaynisa, Yolunglardila halak bolisiler; Uninggha tayan’ghanlar neqeder bextliktur!
Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.
