Zǝbur 2
1 Əllǝr nemixⱪa quⱪan salidu? Nemǝ üqün hǝlⱪlǝr bikardin-bikar suyiⱪǝst oylaydu?
Why do the heathen rage, And the nations meditate a vain thing?
2 Dunyadiki padixaⱨlar sǝpkǝ tizilip, Əmǝldarlar ⱪara niyǝt ǝylixip, Pǝrwǝrdigar wǝ Uning Mǝsiⱨi bilǝn ⱪarxilixip: —
Why do the kings of the earth rise up, And the princes combine together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed king?
3 «Ularning qǝklimilirini qɵrüwetǝyli, Ularning asarǝtlirini buzup taxlayli!» — deyixidu.
“Let us break their bonds asunder; Let us cast away from us their fetters!”
4 Asmanda olturƣuqi külidu, Rǝb ularni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu;
He that sitteth in heaven will laugh; The Lord will have them in derision.
5 Ⱨǝm aqqiⱪida ularƣa sɵzlǝp, Ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn ularni wǝⱨimigǝ selip: —
Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, And confound them in his hot displeasure.
6 «Ɵzüm bolsam Zionda, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs teƣimda, Ɵzüm mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣan padixaⱨni tiklidim».
“I myself have anointed my king, Upon Zion, my holy hill!”
7 «Mǝn [ǝrxtiki] pǝrmanni jakarlaymǝnki, Pǝrwǝrdigar manga: — «Sǝn Mening oƣlum; Ɵzüm seni bügünki kündǝ tuƣuldurdum;
I will declare the decree of Jehovah: He hath said to me, “Thou art my son; This day I 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 the nations for thine inheritance, And the ends 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 break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.”
10 Əmdi, ⱨǝy padixaⱨlar, ǝⱪildar bolunglar! Jaⱨandiki soraⱪqilar sawaⱪ elinglar;
Be wise, therefore, O ye kings! Be admonished, ye rulers of the earth!
11 Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪux bilǝn uning hizmitidǝ bolunglar; Titrǝk iqidǝ huxallininglar!
Be subject to Jehovah with awe, And fear 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 your way; For soon shall his wrath be kindled. Happy are all they who seek refuge in him.
