Zǝbur 2

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

Wherefore have nations assembled in tumult? Or should, peoples, mutter an empty thing?

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

The kings of earth take their station, and, grave men, have met by appointment together, —against Yahweh, and against his Anointed One [saying]:

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

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

4 Asmanda olturƣuqi külidu, Rǝb ularni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu;

He that sitteth in the heavens, will laugh, —My Lord, will mock at them:

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

Then, will he speak unto them in his anger, and, in his wrath, confound them:

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

Yet, I, have installed my king, —on Zion my holy mountain.

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

Let me tell of a decree, —Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:

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

Ask of me, and let me give nations as thine inheritance, and, as 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 shepherd them with a sceptre of iron, —as a potter’s vessel, shalt thou dash them in pieces.

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

Now, therefore, ye kings, show your prudence, Be admonished, ye judges of earth:

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

Serve Yahweh with reverence, and exult 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 by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, —How happy are all who seek refuge in him!