Zebur 2
1 Eller némishqa chuqan salidu? Néme üchün xelqler bikardin-bikar suyiqest oylaydu?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 Dunyadiki padishahlar sepke tizilip, Emeldarlar qara niyet eyliship, Perwerdigar we Uning Mesihi bilen qarshiliship: —
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 «Ularning cheklimilirini chörüwéteyli, Ularning asaretlirini buzup tashlayli!» — déyishidu.
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 Asmanda olturghuchi külidu, Reb ularni mazaq qilidu;
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Hem achchiqida ulargha sözlep, Qehri bilen ularni wehimige sélip: —
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 «Özüm bolsam Zionda, yeni muqeddes téghimda, Özüm mesih qilghan padishahni tiklidim».
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 «Men [ershtiki] permanni jakarlaymenki, Perwerdigar manga: — «Sen Méning oghlum; Özüm séni bügünki künde tughuldurdum;
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Mendin sora, Men sanga miras bolushqa ellerni, Teelluqung bolushqa yer yüzini chet-chetlirigiche bérimen;
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
9 Sen tömür tayaq bilen ularni bitchit qiliwétisen; Sapal chinini kukum-talqan qilghandek, sen ularni pare-pare qiliwétisen» — dédi».
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 Emdi, hey padishahlar, eqildar bolunglar! Jahandiki soraqchilar sawaq élinglar;
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Perwerdigardin qorqush bilen uning xizmitide bolunglar; Titrek ichide xushallininglar!
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Oghulning ghezipining qozghalmasliqi üchün, Uni söyünglar; Chünki uning ghezipi sella qaynisa, Yolunglardila halak bolisiler; Uninggha tayan’ghanlar neqeder bextliktur!
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
