Zǝbur 2
1 Əllǝr nemixⱪa quⱪan salidu? Nemǝ üqün hǝlⱪlǝr bikardin-bikar suyiⱪǝst oylaydu?
Why doe the heathen rage, and the people murmure in vaine?
2 Dunyadiki padixaⱨlar sǝpkǝ tizilip, Əmǝldarlar ⱪara niyǝt ǝylixip, Pǝrwǝrdigar wǝ Uning Mǝsiⱨi bilǝn ⱪarxilixip: —
The Kings of the earth band themselues, and the princes are assembled together against the Lord, and against his Christ.
3 «Ularning qǝklimilirini qɵrüwetǝyli, Ularning asarǝtlirini buzup taxlayli!» — deyixidu.
Let vs breake their bands, and cast their cordes from vs.
4 Asmanda olturƣuqi külidu, Rǝb ularni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu;
But he that dwelleth in the heauen, shall laugh: the Lord shall haue them in derision.
5 Ⱨǝm aqqiⱪida ularƣa sɵzlǝp, Ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn ularni wǝⱨimigǝ selip: —
Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
6 «Ɵzüm bolsam Zionda, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs teƣimda, Ɵzüm mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣan padixaⱨni tiklidim».
Euen I haue set my King vpon Zion mine holy mountaine.
7 «Mǝn [ǝrxtiki] pǝrmanni jakarlaymǝnki, Pǝrwǝrdigar manga: — «Sǝn Mening oƣlum; Ɵzüm seni bügünki kündǝ tuƣuldurdum;
I will declare the decree: that is, the Lord hath said vnto me, Thou art my Sonne: this day haue I begotten thee.
8 Mǝndin sora, Mǝn sanga miras boluxⱪa ǝllǝrni, Tǝǝlluⱪung boluxⱪa yǝr yüzini qǝt-qǝtlirigiqǝ berimǝn;
Aske of me, and I shall giue thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the endes of the earth for thy possession.
9 Sǝn tɵmür tayaⱪ bilǝn ularni bitqit ⱪiliwetisǝn; Sapal qinini kukum-talⱪan ⱪilƣandǝk, sǝn ularni parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwetisǝn» — dedi».
Thou shalt krush them with a scepter of yron, and breake them in pieces like a potters vessell.
10 Əmdi, ⱨǝy padixaⱨlar, ǝⱪildar bolunglar! Jaⱨandiki soraⱪqilar sawaⱪ elinglar;
Be wise nowe therefore, ye Kings: be learned ye Iudges of the earth.
11 Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪux bilǝn uning hizmitidǝ bolunglar; Titrǝk iqidǝ huxallininglar!
Serue the Lord in feare, and reioyce in trembling.
12 Oƣulning ƣǝzipining ⱪozƣalmasliⱪi üqün, Uni sɵyünglar; Qünki uning ƣǝzipi sǝlla ⱪaynisa, Yolunglardila ⱨalak bolisilǝr; Uningƣa tayanƣanlar nǝⱪǝdǝr bǝhtliktur!
Kisse the sonne, least he be angry, and ye perish in the way, when his wrath shall suddenly burne. blessed are all that trust in him.
