Zǝbur 100

1 Tǝxǝkkür eytix üqün yezilƣan küy: — I pütkül yǝr-jaⱨan, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa awazinglarni kɵtürünglar!

A Psalme of Praise. Sing ye loude vnto the Lord, all the earth.

2 Huxalliⱪ bilǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmitidǝ bolunglar, Ⱨuzuriƣa tǝntǝnǝ-nahxilar bilǝn yeⱪinlixinglar!

Serue the Lord with gladnes: come before him with ioyfulnes.

3 Bilip ⱪoyunglarki, Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪ Hudadur; Bizni yaratⱪan Uning Ɵzidur, biz ǝmǝs! Biz uning hǝlⱪidurmiz, Ɵz yayliⱪida baⱪⱪan ⱪoyliridurmiz.

Knowe ye that euen the Lord is God: hee hath made vs, and not we our selues: we are his people, and the sheepe of his pasture.

4 Dǝrwaziliriƣa tǝxǝkkür eytixlar bilǝn, Ⱨoyliliriƣa mǝdⱨiyǝlǝr bilǝn kiringlar; Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝp, namiƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪayturunglar!

Enter into his gates with prayse, and into his courts with reioycing: prayse him and blesse his Name.

5 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar meⱨribandur; Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ, Uning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪiti ǝwladtin-ǝwladⱪiqidur!

For the Lord is good: his mercy is euerlasting, and his trueth is from generation to generation.