Zǝbur 2

1 Əllǝr nemixⱪa quⱪan salidu? Nemǝ üqün hǝlⱪlǝr bikardin-bikar suyiⱪǝst oylaydu?

Why are the nations in tumultuous agitation, and [why] do the peoples meditate a vain thing?

2 Dunyadiki padixaⱨlar sǝpkǝ tizilip, Əmǝldarlar ⱪara niyǝt ǝylixip, Pǝrwǝrdigar wǝ Uning Mǝsiⱨi bilǝn ⱪarxilixip: —

The kings of the earth set themselves, and the princes plot together, against Jehovah and against his anointed:

3 «Ularning qǝklimilirini qɵrüwetǝyli, Ularning asarǝtlirini buzup taxlayli!» — deyixidu.

Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us!

4 Asmanda olturƣuqi külidu, Rǝb ularni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu;

He that dwelleth in the heavens shall laugh, the Lord shall have them in derision.

5 Ⱨǝm aqqiⱪida ularƣa sɵzlǝp, Ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn ularni wǝⱨimigǝ selip: —

Then will he speak to them in his anger, and in his fierce displeasure will he terrify them:

6 «Ɵzüm bolsam Zionda, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs teƣimda, Ɵzüm mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣan padixaⱨni tiklidim».

And I have anointed my king upon Zion, the hill of my holiness.

7 «Mǝn [ǝrxtiki] pǝrmanni jakarlaymǝnki, Pǝrwǝrdigar manga: — «Sǝn Mening oƣlum; Ɵzüm seni bügünki kündǝ tuƣuldurdum;

I will declare the decree: Jehovah hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; I this day have begotten thee.

8 Mǝndin sora, Mǝn sanga miras boluxⱪa ǝllǝrni, Tǝǝlluⱪung boluxⱪa yǝr yüzini qǝt-qǝtlirigiqǝ berimǝn;

Ask of me, and I will give thee nations for an inheritance, and for thy possession the ends of the earth:

9 Sǝn tɵmür tayaⱪ bilǝn ularni bitqit ⱪiliwetisǝn; Sapal qinini kukum-talⱪan ⱪilƣandǝk, sǝn ularni parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwetisǝn» — dedi».

Thou shalt break them with a sceptre of iron, as a potter's vessel thou shalt dash them in pieces.

10 Əmdi, ⱨǝy padixaⱨlar, ǝⱪildar bolunglar! Jaⱨandiki soraⱪqilar sawaⱪ elinglar;

And now, O kings, be ye wise, be admonished, ye judges of the earth.

11 Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪux bilǝn uning hizmitidǝ bolunglar; Titrǝk iqidǝ huxallininglar!

Serve Jehovah with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

12 Oƣulning ƣǝzipining ⱪozƣalmasliⱪi üqün, Uni sɵyünglar; Qünki uning ƣǝzipi sǝlla ⱪaynisa, Yolunglardila ⱨalak bolisilǝr; Uningƣa tayanƣanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr bǝhtliktur!

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his anger burn but a little. Blessed are all who have their trust in him.