Zǝbur 84
1 Nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, «Gittif»ta qelinsun dǝp, Koraⱨning oƣulliri üqün yezilƣan küy: — Makanliring nǝⱪǝdǝr ǝzizdur, Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar!
For the leader. On the gittith. Of the Korahites, a psalm. How dearly loved is the place where you live, Lord of hosts!
2 Jenim Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱨoyliliriƣa tǝxna bolup, Seƣinip ⱨǝtta ⱨalidin ketidu, Dilim wǝ ǝtlirim ⱨayat Tǝngrigǝ tǝlmürüp nida ⱪilidu;
How I long and yearn for the courts of the Lord. Now heart and flesh cry for joy to the living God.
3 Mana, ⱨǝtta mubarǝk ⱪuqⱪaqmu bir makanni tapⱪan, Ⱪarliƣaqmu ɵzigǝ ⱨǝm bala tuƣidiƣan uwa yasaydiƣan jayni tapⱪan, — Yǝni Sening ⱪurbangaⱨliringdin, I samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Mening Padixaⱨim, mening Hudayim!
Even the sparrow has found her a home and the swallow a nest, to lay her young, near your altar, Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
4 Sening ɵyüngdǝ turuwatⱪanlar bǝhtliktur! Ular üzlüksiz Seni mǝdⱨiyilǝydu. (Selaⱨ)
Happy those who live in your house, praising you evermore. (Selah)
5 Küq-ⱪudriti Sǝndin bolƣan kixi bǝhtliktur — Ⱪǝlbidǝ kɵtürülmǝ yollar bolƣanlar;
Happy those whose strength is in you, people with pilgrim hearts.
6 Yiƣa wadisidin ɵtkǝndǝ, Ular uni bulaⱪliⱪⱪa aylandurar; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, küz yamƣurliri uni bǝrikǝtlǝrgǝ tolduridu.
As they pass through the valley of tears, they make it a place of fountains, clothed with the blessings of early rain.
7 Ular küqigǝ-küq ulap mengiweridu; Ⱨǝrbiri Zionƣa yetip kelip, Hudaning ⱨuzurida ⱨazir bolidu.
From rampart to rampart on they march, till at last God reveals himself in Zion.
8 I samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, duayimni angliƣaysǝn; I Yaⱪupning Hudasi, ⱪulaⱪ salƣaysǝn! (Selaⱨ)
Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer, attend, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
9 Ⱪara, i ⱪalⱪinimiz bolƣan Huda, Ɵzüng mǝsiⱨ ⱪilƣiningning yüzigǝ iltipat bilǝn ⱪariƣin!
Behold, O God, our defender, and look upon your anointed,
10 Qünki Sening ⱨoyliliringda ɵtkǝn bir kün Baxⱪa yǝrdǝ ɵtkǝn ming kündin ǝladur; Rǝzillǝrning qedirliridǝ yaxiƣandin kɵrǝ, Hudayimning ɵyining bosuƣisida turƣinim yahxidur.
for better a single day in your courts than a thousand in my own chambers: better stand at the door of the house of my God than live in the tents of ungodliness,
11 Pǝrwǝrdigar Huda ⱪuyax wǝ ⱪalⱪandur, Pǝrwǝrdigar xapaǝt wǝ xan-xɵⱨrǝt bǝhx etidu; Durus mangƣanlardin U ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ iltipatni ⱨeq ayimaydu;
for the Lord is sun and shield, the Lord gives grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from the life that is blameless.
12 Samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, Bǝhtliktur Sanga tayanƣan insan!
Lord of hosts, happy those whose trust is in you.
