Psalms 121

1 A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Közlirimni taghlar terepke kötürüp qaraymen; Méning yardimim qeyerdin kélur?

2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He will not allow your foot to slip; your Protector will not slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, the Protector of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Mana, qara, Israilni saqlighuchi hem mügdimeydu, hem uxlimaydu!

5 The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is the shade on your right hand.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun will not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 The LORD will guard you from all evil; He will preserve your soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The LORD will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.

Perwerdigar chiqishingni, kirishingni, Buningdin kéyin ebedil’ebedgiche saqlaydu.