Zǝbur 92

1 Xabat küni üqün bir küy-nahxa: — Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür eytix, Namingni küylǝx ǝladur, i Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqi!

A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

2 Ɵzgǝrmǝs muⱨǝbbitingni sǝⱨǝrdǝ, Keqilǝrdǝ bolsa, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt-sadaⱪitingni jakarlax,

To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

3 On tarliⱪ saz wǝ rawabni qelip, Qiltar bilǝn mungluⱪ aⱨangda qelix ǝladur!

On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.

4 Qünki Sǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar, Ɵz ⱪilƣining arⱪiliⱪ meni hursǝn ⱪilding, Ⱪolliringning ⱪilƣanliri bilǝn mǝn roⱨlinip nahxa eytimǝn.

For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

5 Pǝrwǝrdigar, ⱪilƣan ixliring nemidegǝn uluƣdur! Oyliring naⱨayiti qongⱪurdur!

How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

6 Biƣǝm kixi buni bilmǝs, Ⱨamaⱪǝt buni qüxǝnmǝs,

A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —

7 Rǝzillǝr ot-qɵptǝk ayniƣanda, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilarning ⱨǝmmisi güllǝngǝndǝ, Mǝnggü ⱨalak bolup ketidiƣanlar xulardur!

When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

8 Lekin Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝd üstün turisǝn.

And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

9 Qünki mana düxmǝnliring, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Mana düxmǝnliring yoⱪilidu; Barliⱪ ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar tiripirǝn ⱪiliwetilidu!

For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

10 Münggüzümni yawayi buⱪiningkidǝk kɵtürisǝn; Bexim yengi may sürkǝp, mǝsiⱨ ⱪilinidu.

And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

11 Meni ⱪǝst ⱪilƣanlarning [mǝƣlubiyitini] ɵz kɵzum kɵridu; Manga ⱪarxilixixⱪa ⱪozƣalƣan rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilarning [tǝn bǝrgǝnlikinimu] ⱪuliⱪim anglaydu.

And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

12 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm horma dǝrihi kǝbi güllǝp-yaxnaydu; U Liwandiki kedr dǝrihidǝk ɵsidu.

The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

13 Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyigǝ tikilgǝnlǝr, Hudayimizning ⱨoylilirida güllinidu;

Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

14 Ular ⱪeriƣandimu yǝnǝ mewǝ beridu, Suluⱪ ⱨǝm yexil ular;

Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

15 Xuning bilǝn ular Pǝrwǝrdigar durustur, dǝp ispatlaydu; U mening ⱪoram teximdur, Uningda ⱨeq naⱨǝⱪlik yoⱪtur!

To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!