Zǝbur 118
1 Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür eytinglar, qünki U meⱨribandur; Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggüdur!
Give thanks to the Lord for his goodness, his kindness endures forever.
2 Israil: «Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggüdur» — desun!
Let the house of Israel now say: his kindness endures forever.
3 Ⱨarun jǝmǝti: «Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggüdur» — desun!
Let the house of Aaron now say: his kindness endures forever.
4 Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣanlar: «Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggüdur» — desun!
Let those who fear the Lord now say: his kindness endures forever.
5 Ⱪistaⱪta ⱪelip Yaⱨƣa nida ⱪildim; Yaⱨ jawab berip, meni kǝngri-azadiliktǝ turƣuzdi.
Out of straits I called on the Lord, the Lord answered and gave me room.
6 Pǝrwǝrdigar mǝn tǝrǝptidur, mǝn ⱪorⱪmaymǝn; Insan meni nemǝ ⱪilalisun?
The Lord is mine; I am fearless. What can mere people do to me?
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yardǝm ⱪilƣuqilar arisida bolup, mening tǝripimdidur; Ɵqmǝnlirimning mǝƣlubiyitini kɵrimǝn.
The Lord is mine, as my help: I shall feast my eyes on my foes.
8 Pǝrwǝrdigarni baxpanaⱨim ⱪilix, Insanƣa tayinixtin ǝwzǝldur;
It is better to hide in the Lord than to trust in mortals.
9 Pǝrwǝrdigarni baxpanaⱨim ⱪilix, Əmirlǝrgǝ tayinixtin ǝwzǝldur.
It is better to hide in the Lord than to put any trust in princes.
10 Barliⱪ ǝllǝr meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Biraⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn ularni ⱨalak ⱪilimǝn;
Everywhere heathen swarmed round me; in the name of the Lord I cut them down.
11 Ular meni ⱪorxiwaldi; bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱪorxiwaldi; Biraⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn mǝn ularni ⱨalak ⱪilimǝn;
They swarmed, swarmed around me; in the name of the Lord I cut them down,
12 Ular ⱨǝrilǝrdǝk meni ⱪorxiwaldi; Ular yeⱪilƣan yantaⱪ otidǝk tezla ɵqürülidu; Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn mǝn ularni ⱨalak ⱪilimǝn.
they swarmed around me like bees, they blazed like a fire of thorns: in the name of the Lord I cut them down.
13 Sǝn [düxmǝn] meni zǝrb bilǝn ittǝrding, Yiⱪilƣili tas ⱪaldim; Biraⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigar manga yardǝmdǝ boldi.
Sore they pushed me, to make me fall; but the Lord gave me his help.
14 Küqüm wǝ nahxam bolsa Yaⱨdur; U mening nijatliⱪim boldi!
The Lord is my strength and my song, and he is become my salvation.
15 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarning qedirlirida xadliⱪ wǝ nijatliⱪning tǝntǝniliri yangritilmaⱪta; Pǝrwǝrdigarning ong ⱪoli zǝpǝr ⱪuqmaⱪta!
Hark! In the tents of the righteous glad cries of victory are ringing. The hand of the Lord has wrought bravely,
16 Pǝrwǝrdigarning ong ⱪoli egiz kɵtürülgǝn! Pǝrwǝrdigarning ong ⱪoli zǝpǝr ⱪuqmaⱪta!
the hand of the Lord is exalted, the hand of the Lord has wrought bravely.
17 Mǝn ɵlmǝymǝn, bǝlki yaxaymǝn, Yaⱨning ⱪilƣanlirini jakarlaymǝn.
I shall not die: nay, I shall live, to declare the works of the Lord.
18 Pǝrwǝrdigar manga ⱪattiⱪ tǝrbiyǝ bǝrgǝn bolsimu, Biraⱪ U meni ɵlümgǝ tapxurmidi.
Though the Lord has chastened me sore, he has not given me over to death. (The Procession arrives at the Temple)
19 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyǝt dǝrwazilirini manga eqip beringlar; Mǝn kirimǝn, Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn.
“Open to me the gates of victory. I would enter therein and give thanks to the Lord.” (The Welcome)
20 Bu Pǝrwǝrdigarning dǝrwazisidur; Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar buningdin kiridu!
“This is the gate of the Lord: the righteous may enter therein;”
21 Mǝn sanga tǝxǝkkür eytimǝn; Qünki Sǝn manga jawab ⱪayturdung, Ⱨǝm mening nijatliⱪim boldung.
I thank you because you have heard me, and are become my salvation.
22 Tamqilar taxliwǝtkǝn tax bolsa, Burjǝk texi bolup tiklǝndi.
The stone which the builders despised is become the head-stone of the corner.
23 Bu ix Pǝrwǝrdigardindur, Bu kɵzimiz aldida karamǝt boldi.
This has been wrought by the Lord; it is marvelous in our eyes.
24 Bu Pǝrwǝrdigar yaratⱪan kündur; Biz uningda xadlinip hursǝn bolimiz.
This day is the Lord’s own creation: in it let us joy and be glad.
25 Ⱪutⱪuzƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝndin ɵtünimǝn; Sǝndin ɵtünimǝn, bizni yaxnatⱪaysǝn!
O Lord, save us, we pray, O Lord, prosper, we pray.
26 Pǝrwǝrdigarning namida Kǝlgüqigǝ mubarǝk bolsun! Biz Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ turup sanga «Mubarǝk!» dǝp towliduⱪ.
Blessed the one who enters in the name of the Lord. From the house of the Lord we bless you.
27 Pǝrwǝrdigar Tǝngridur; U üstimizgǝ nur bǝrgǝn; Ⱨeytliⱪ ⱪurbanliⱪni tanilar bilǝn baƣlanglar, — Ⱪurbangaⱨning münggüzlirigǝ ilip baƣlanglar.
The Lord is God, he has given us light. Wreathe the dance with boughs, till they touch the horns of the altar.
28 Sǝn mening Ilaⱨimdursǝn, Mǝn Sanga tǝxǝkkür eytimǝn; Mening Hudayim, mǝn Seni uluƣlaymǝn.
You are my God, I will thank you; O my God, I will exalt you.
29 Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür eytinglar; Qünki U meⱨribandur; Uning meⱨir-muⱨǝbbiti mǝnggüdur!
Give thanks to the Lord for his goodness: his kindness endures forever.
