Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi»; Sulayman yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar Özi öy salmisa, Salghuchilar bikardin-bikar uninggha ejir singdüridu; Perwerdigar sheherni saqlimisa, Közetchiler bikardin-bikar oyghaq turidu.

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

Silerning seherde ornunglardin qopushunglar, Kech bolghanda yétishinglar, Japa-musheqqetni nandek yégininglar bikardin-bikardur; Chünki U Öz söyginige uyquni béridu.

3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Mana, balilar Perwerdigardin bolghan mirastur, Baliyatquning méwisi Uning mukapatidur;

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

Yashliqta tapqan balilar, Baturning qolidiki oqlardek bolidu.

5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

Oqdéni mushular bilen tolghan adem bextliktur; [Sheher] derwazisida turup düshmenler bilen sözlishiwatqinida, Ular yerge qarap qalmaydu.