Zǝbur 104
1 Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur, i jenim! I Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayim, intayin uluƣsǝn; Xanu-xǝwkǝt wǝ ⱨǝywǝt bilǝn kiyingǝnsǝn;
Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, —Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty, hast thou clothed thyself,
2 Libas bilǝn pürkǝngǝndǝk yoruⱪluⱪⱪa pürkǝngǝnsǝn, Asmanlarni qedir pǝrdisi kǝbi yayƣansǝn.
Putting on light, as a robe, Stretching out the heavens, as a curtain;
3 U yuⱪiriⱪi rawaⱪlirining limlirini sularƣa ornatⱪan, Bulutlarni jǝng ⱨarwisi ⱪilip, Xamal ⱪanatliri üstidǝ mangidu;
Building, in the waters, his upper chambers, —Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;
4 U pǝrixtilirini xamallar, Hizmǝtkarlirini ot yalⱪuni ⱪilidu.
Making His messengers, winds, His attendants, a flaming fire;
5 Yǝrni U ulliri üstigǝ ornatⱪan; U ǝsla tǝwrinip kǝtmǝydu.
He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken, to times age-abiding and beyond.
6 Libas bilǝn oralƣandǝk, uni qongⱪur dengizlar bilǝn oriƣansǝn, Sular taƣlar qoⱪⱪiliri üstidǝ turdi.
With the resounding deep—as a garment, hast thou covered it, Above the mountains, stand the waters;
7 Sening tǝnbiⱨing bilǝn sular bǝdǝr ⱪaqti, Güldürmamangning sadasidin ular tezdin yandi;
At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away;
8 Taƣlar ɵrlǝp qiⱪti, Wadilar qüxüp kǝtti, [Sular] Sǝn bekitkǝn jayƣa qüxüp kǝtti.
Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;
9 Ular texip, yǝrni yǝnǝ ⱪaplimisun dǝp, Sǝn ularƣa qǝklimǝ ⱪoyƣansǝn.
Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.
10 [Tǝngri] wadilarda bulaⱪlarni eqip urƣutidu, Suliri taƣlar arisida aⱪidu.
Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along;
11 Daladiki ⱨǝrbir janiwarƣa ussuluⱪ beridu, Yawayi exǝklǝr ussuzluⱪini ⱪanduridu.
They give drink, to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst.
12 Kɵktiki ⱪuxlar ularning boyida ⱪonidu, Dǝrǝh xahliri arisida sayraydu.
Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.
13 U yuⱪiridiki rawaⱪliridin taƣlarni suƣiridu; Yǝr Sening yasiƣanliringning mewiliridin ⱪandurulidu!
Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works, thou satisfiest the earth.
14 U mallar üqün ot-qɵplǝrni, Insanlar üqün kɵktatlarni ɵstüridu, Xundaⱪla nanni yǝrdin qiⱪiridu;
Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;
15 Adǝmning kɵnglini hux ⱪilidiƣan xarabni, Insan yüzini parⱪiritidiƣan mayni qiⱪiridu; Insanning yürikigǝ nan bilǝn ⱪuwwǝt beridu;
And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face, —And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.
16 Pǝrwǝrdigarning dǝrǝhliri, Yǝni Ɵzi tikkǝn Liwan kedir dǝrǝhliri [su iqip] ⱪanaǝtlinidu.
Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
17 Ənǝ axular arisiƣa ⱪuxlar uwa yasaydu, Lǝylǝk bolsa, arqa dǝrǝhlirini makan ⱪilidu.
Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;
18 Egiz qoⱪⱪilar taƣ ɵqkilirining, Tik yarlar suƣurlarning panaⱨi bolidu.
The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies.
19 Pǝsillǝrni bekitmǝk üqün U ayni yaratti, Ⱪuyax bolsa petixini bilidu.
He hath made the moon for seasons, And, the sun, knoweth his place for entering in.
20 Sǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪ qüxürisǝn, tün bolidu; Ormandiki janiwarlarning ⱨǝmmisi uningda xipir-xipir kezip yüridu.
Thou causest darkness, and it becometh night, Therein, creepeth forth, Every wild beast of the forest;
21 Arslanlar olja izdǝp ⱨɵrkirǝydu, Tǝngridin ozuⱪ-tülük sorixidu;
The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food.
22 Ⱪuyax qiⱪipla, ular qekinidu, Ⱪaytip kirip uwilirida yatidu.
The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And, in their lairs, lay them down.
23 Insan bolsa ɵz ixiƣa qiⱪidu, Ta kǝqkiqǝ meⱨnǝttǝ bolidu.
Man goeth forth to his work, And to his labour, until evening.
24 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, yasiƣan ⱨǝrhil nǝrsiliring nǝⱪǝdǝr kɵptur! Ⱨǝmmisini ⱨekmǝt bilǝn yaratⱪansǝn, Yǝr yüzi ijat-bayliⱪliring bilǝn toldi.
How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them—in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession: —
25 Ənǝ büyük bipayan dengiz turidu! Uningda san-sanaⱪsiz ƣuȥ-ƣuȥ janiwarlar, Qong wǝ kiqik ⱨaywanlar bar.
This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, —Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;
26 Xu yǝrdǝ kemilǝr ⱪatnaydu, Uningda oynaⱪlisun dǝp sǝn yasiƣan lewiatanmu bar;
There, ships, sail along, This sea-monster, thou hast formed to sport therein;
27 Waⱪtida ozuⱪ-tülük bǝrgin dǝp, Bularning ⱨǝmmisi Sanga ⱪaraydu.
All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;
28 Ularƣa bǝrginingdǝ, teriwalidu, Ⱪolungni aqⱪiningdila, ular nazunemǝtlǝrgǝ toyidu.
Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
29 Yüzüngni yoxursang, ular dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxidu, Roⱨlirini alsang, ular jan üzüp, Yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪaytidu.
Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return:
30 Roⱨingni ǝwǝtkiningdǝ, ular yaritilidu, Yǝr-yüzi yengi [bir dǝwr bilǝn] almixidu.
Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.
31 Pǝrwǝrdigarning xan-xɵⱨriti ǝbǝdiydur, Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz yaratⱪanliridin hursǝn bolidu.
Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works:
32 U yǝrgǝ baⱪⱪinida, yǝr titrǝydu, Taƣlarƣa tǝgkinidǝ, ular tütün qiⱪiridu.
Who looketh at the earth, and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.
33 Ⱨayatla bolidikǝnmǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nahxa eytimǝn; Wujudum bolsila Hudayimni küylǝymǝn.
I will sing to Yahweh, as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God, while I continue;
34 U sürgǝn oy-hiyallirimdin sɵyünsǝ! Pǝrwǝrdigarda huxallinimǝn!
Pleasing unto him, be my (meditation) I, will rejoice in Yahweh.
35 Gunaⱨkarlar yǝr yüzidin tügitilidu, Rǝzillǝr yoⱪ bolidu. I jenim, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ ⱪaytur! Ⱨǝmdusana!
Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, —Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!
