Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

Dawutning küy-naxshisi: — Iradem ching, i Xuda, iradem ching; Men medhiye naxshilirini éytip, Berheq, Séni küyleymen, pütün rohim bilen!

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

I neghme-sazlirim, oyghan! Men seher quyashinimu oyghitimen!

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Xelq-milletler arisida Séni ulughlaymen, i Perwerdigar; Eller arisida Séni küyleymen!

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

Chünki özgermes muhebbiting ershlerge yetküdek ulughtur; Heqiqiting bulutlargha taqashti.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

I Xuda, shan-shöhriting ershlerdin yuqiri ulughlan’ghay, Shan-sheriping yer yüzini qaplighay!

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

Öz söygenliringning nijatliq tépishi üchün, Ong qolung bilen qutquzghaysen, Duayimni ijabet qilghaysen.

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Xuda Öz pak-muqeddeslikide shundaq dégen: — «Men tentene qilimen, Men Shekem diyarini bölüp bérimen, Sukkot wadisini [teqsim qilishqa] ölcheymen.

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Giléad Manga mensuptur, Manassehmu Manga mensuptur; Efraim bolsa béshimdiki dubulghamdur, Yehuda Méning emr-perman chiqarghuchimdur;

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Moab Méning yuyunush jawurumdur; Édomgha chorughumni tashlaymen; Men Filistiye üstidin tentene qilimen!».

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Kim Méni bu mustehkem sheherge bashlap kirelisun? Kim Méni Édomgha élip baralisun?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

I Xuda, Sen bizni rasttinla chetke qaqtingmu? Qoshunlirimiz bilen bille jengge chiqmamsen?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Bizni zulumlardin qutulushqa yardemleshkeysen, Chünki insanning yardimi bikardur!

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

Xuda arqiliq biz choqum baturluq körsitimiz; Bizge zulum qilghuchilarni cheyligüchi del U Özidur!