Zǝbur 108
1 Dawutning küy-nahxisi: — Iradǝm qing, i Huda, iradǝm qing; Mǝn mǝdⱨiyǝ nahxilirini eytip, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Seni küylǝymǝn, pütün roⱨim bilǝn!
A canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.
2 I nǝƣmǝ-sazlirim, oyƣan! Mǝn sǝⱨǝr ⱪuyaxinimu oyƣitimǝn!
Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.
3 Hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝr arisida Seni uluƣlaymǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Əllǝr arisida Seni küylǝymǝn!
I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.
4 Qünki ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbiting ǝrxlǝrgǝ yǝtküdǝk uluƣtur; Ⱨǝⱪiⱪiting bulutlarƣa taⱪaxti.
For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.
5 I Huda, xan-xɵⱨriting ǝrxlǝrdin yuⱪiri uluƣlanƣay, Xan-xǝriping yǝr yüzini ⱪapliƣay!
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:
6 Ɵz sɵygǝnliringning nijatliⱪ tepixi üqün, Ong ⱪolung bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, Duayimni ijabǝt ⱪilƣaysǝn.
That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.
7 Huda Ɵz pak-muⱪǝddǝslikidǝ xundaⱪ degǝn: — «Mǝn tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn Xǝkǝm diyarini bɵlüp berimǝn, Sukkot wadisini [tǝⱪsim ⱪilixⱪa] ɵlqǝymǝn.
God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
8 Gilead Manga mǝnsuptur, Manassǝⱨmu Manga mǝnsuptur; Əfraim bolsa beximdiki dubulƣamdur, Yǝⱨuda Mening ǝmr-pǝrman qiⱪarƣuqimdur;
Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:
9 Moab Mening yuyunux jawurumdur; Edomƣa qoruƣumni taxlaymǝn; Mǝn Filistiyǝ üstidin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilimǝn!».
Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.
10 Kim Meni bu mustǝⱨkǝm xǝⱨǝrgǝ baxlap kirǝlisun? Kim Meni Edomƣa elip baralisun?
Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
11 I Huda, Sǝn bizni rasttinla qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪtingmu? Ⱪoxunlirimiz bilǝn billǝ jǝnggǝ qiⱪmamsǝn?
Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?
12 Bizni zulumlardin ⱪutuluxⱪa yardǝmlǝxkǝysǝn, Qünki insanning yardimi bikardur!
O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
13 Huda arⱪiliⱪ biz qoⱪum baturluⱪ kɵrsitimiz; Bizgǝ zulum ⱪilƣuqilarni qǝyligüqi dǝl U Ɵzidur!
Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.
