Zǝbur 2
1 Əllǝr nemixⱪa quⱪan salidu? Nemǝ üqün hǝlⱪlǝr bikardin-bikar suyiⱪǝst oylaydu?
Why do the nations rage, and the peoples imagine 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 rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying],
3 «Ularning qǝklimilirini qɵrüwetǝyli, Ularning asarǝtlirini buzup taxlayli!» — deyixidu.
Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 Asmanda olturƣuqi külidu, Rǝb ularni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu;
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Ⱨǝm aqqiⱪida ularƣa sɵzlǝp, Ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn ularni wǝⱨimigǝ selip: —
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure:
6 «Ɵzüm bolsam Zionda, yǝni muⱪǝddǝs teƣimda, Ɵzüm mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣan padixaⱨni tiklidim».
Yet I have set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 «Mǝn [ǝrxtiki] pǝrmanni jakarlaymǝnki, Pǝrwǝrdigar manga: — «Sǝn Mening oƣlum; Ɵzüm seni bügünki kündǝ tuƣuldurdum;
I will tell of the decree: the LORD said unto me, Thou art my son; this day have I 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 uttermost parts 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;
Now therefore be wise, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪux bilǝn uning hizmitidǝ bolunglar; Titrǝk iqidǝ huxallininglar!
Serve the LORD 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, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
