Psalms 84
1 For the leader. On the gittith. Of the Korahites, a psalm. How dearly loved is the place where you live, Lord of hosts!
Neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, «Gittif»ta chélinsun dep, Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy: — Makanliring neqeder ezizdur, Samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar!
2 How I long and yearn for the courts of the Lord. Now heart and flesh cry for joy to the living God.
Jénim Perwerdigarning hoylilirigha teshna bolup, Séghinip hetta halidin kétidu, Dilim we etlirim hayat Tengrige telmürüp nida qilidu;
3 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.
Mana, hetta mubarek quchqachmu bir makanni tapqan, Qarlighachmu özige hem bala tughidighan uwa yasaydighan jayni tapqan, — Yeni Séning qurban’gahliringdin, I samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, — Méning Padishahim, méning Xudayim!
4 Happy those who live in your house, praising you evermore. (Selah)
Séning öyüngde turuwatqanlar bextliktur! Ular üzlüksiz Séni medhiyileydu. (Sélah)
5 Happy those whose strength is in you, people with pilgrim hearts.
Küch-qudriti Sendin bolghan kishi bextliktur — Qelbide kötürülme yollar bolghanlar;
6 As they pass through the valley of tears, they make it a place of fountains, clothed with the blessings of early rain.
Yigha wadisidin ötkende, Ular uni bulaqliqqa aylandurar; Berheq, küz yamghurliri uni beriketlerge tolduridu.
7 From rampart to rampart on they march, till at last God reveals himself in Zion.
Ular küchige-küch ulap méngiwéridu; Herbiri Zion’gha yétip kélip, Xudaning huzurida hazir bolidu.
8 Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer, attend, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
I samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, duayimni anglighaysen; I Yaqupning Xudasi, qulaq salghaysen! (Sélah)
9 Behold, O God, our defender, and look upon your anointed,
Qara, i qalqinimiz bolghan Xuda, Özüng mesih qilghiningning yüzige iltipat bilen qarighin!
10 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,
Chünki Séning hoyliliringda ötken bir kün Bashqa yerde ötken ming kündin eladur; Rezillerning chédirliride yashighandin köre, Xudayimning öyining bosughisida turghinim yaxshidur.
11 for the Lord is sun and shield, the Lord gives grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from the life that is blameless.
Perwerdigar Xuda quyash we qalqandur, Perwerdigar shapaet we shan-shöhret bexsh étidu; Durus mangghanlardin U herqandaq iltipatni héch ayimaydu;
12 Lord of hosts, happy those whose trust is in you.
Samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, Bextliktur Sanga tayan’ghan insan!
