Zǝbur 147
1 Ⱨǝmdusana! Yaⱨni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar! Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bundaⱪ ⱪilix xerindur; Hudayimizni küylǝnglar! Mǝdⱨiyǝ oⱪux insanƣa yarixidu.
Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yerusalemni bina ⱪilmaⱪta; Israilning sürgün ⱪilinƣanlirini U yiƣip kelidu;
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 U kɵngli sunuⱪlarni dawalaydu; Ularning yarilirini tangidu.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 U yultuzlarning sanini sanaydu; Ularning ⱨǝmmisigǝ bir-birlǝp isim ⱪoyidu.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Uluƣdur Rǝbbimiz, zor ⱪudrǝtliktur; Uning qüxinixi qǝksizdur.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 Pǝrwǝrdigar yawax mɵminlǝrni yɵlǝp kɵtüridu; Rǝzillǝrni yǝrgiqǝ tɵwǝn ⱪilidu.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkürlǝr bilǝn nahxa eytinglar; Küylǝrni qiltarƣa tǝngxǝp eytinglar!
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 U asmanni bulutlar bilǝn ⱪaplitidu, Zeminƣa yamƣurni bekitidu, Taƣlarda ot-qɵplǝrni ɵstüridu;
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 Mallarƣa ozuⱪ, Taƣ ⱪaƣisining qüjiliri zarliƣanda, ularƣa ozuⱪ beridu;
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 At küqidin U zoⱪ almaydu; Adǝmning qǝbdǝs putlirini hursǝnlik dǝp bilmǝydu;
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 Pǝrwǝrdigar bǝlki Ɵzidin ǝyminidiƣanlarni, Ɵzining ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitigǝ ümid baƣliƣanlarni hursǝnlik dǝp bilidu.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Pǝrwǝrdigarni mahtanglar, i Yerusalem; Hudayingni mǝdⱨiyilǝ, i Zion.
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 Qünki U dǝrwaziliringning taⱪaⱪlirini mǝⱨkǝm ⱪilidu; Seningdǝ turuwatⱪan pǝrzǝntliringgǝ bǝht-bǝrikǝt bǝrdi.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 U qǝt-qegraliringda aram-tinqliⱪ yürgüzidu, Seni buƣdayning esili bilǝn ⱪanaǝtlǝndüridu.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 U Ɵz ǝmr-bexarǝtlirini yǝr yüzigǝ ǝwǝtidu; Uning sɵz-kalami intayin tez yügüridu.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 U aⱪ ⱪarni yungdǝk beridu, Ⱪirawni küllǝrdǝk tarⱪitidu.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 Uning muzini nan uwaⱪliridǝk ⱪilip parqiliwetidu; Uning soƣuⱪi aldida kim turalisun?
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 U sɵzini ǝwǝtip, ularni eritidu; Uning xamilini qiⱪirip, sularni aⱪⱪuzidu.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 U Ɵz sɵz-kalamini Yaⱪupⱪa, Bǝlgilimilirini ⱨǝm ⱨɵkümlirini Israilƣa ayan ⱪilidu;
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 U baxⱪa ⱨeqbir ǝlgǝ mundaⱪ muamilǝ ⱪilmiƣandur; Uning ⱨɵkümlirini bolsa, ular bilip baⱪⱪan ǝmǝs. Ⱨǝmdusana!
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
