Psalms 110

1 A Psalme of David. The Lord said vnto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, vntill I make thine enemies thy footestoole.

Dawut yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar méning Rebbimge: — «Men séning düshmenliringni textipering qilghuche, Ong yénimda olturghin» — dédi.

2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Zion: be thou ruler in the middes of thine enemies.

Perwerdigar qudritingni körsitidighan shahane hasangni Ziondin uzitidu; Düshmenliring arisida höküm sürgin!

3 Thy people shall come willingly at the time of assembling thine armie in holy beautie: the youth of thy wombe shalbe as the morning dewe.

Küchüngni körsitidighan künde, Öz xelqing xalis qurbanliq kebi pida bolidu; Muqeddes heywitingde, Shu yashliq dewringdikidek, Sanga hazirmu shebnemler seherning baliyatqusidin yéngi chiqqandek chüshidu;

4 The Lord sware and wil not repent, Thou art a Priest for euer after ye order of Melchi-zedek.

Perwerdigar shundaq qesem ichti, Hem buningdin yanmaydu: — «Sen ebedil’ebedgiche Melkizedekning tipidiki bir kahindursen».

5 The Lord, that is at thy right hand, shall wound Kings in the day of his wrath.

Ong teripingde bolghan Reb ghezipini körsetken künde padishahlarni urup pare-pare qiliwétidu;

6 He shalbe iudge among the heathen: he shall fill all with dead bodies, and smite the head ouer great countreis.

U eller arisida sotlaydu; Jay-jaylarni jesetler bilen tolduridu; Keng zéminning béshini yaridu;

7 He shall drinke of the brooke in the way: therefore shall he lift vp his head.

U yolda ériqtin su ichidu; U shunga kishining béshini yöligüchi bolidu.