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.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Sulayman yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵzi ɵy salmisa, Salƣuqilar bikardin-bikar uningƣa ǝjir singdüridu; Pǝrwǝrdigar xǝⱨǝrni saⱪlimisa, Kɵzǝtqilǝr bikardin-bikar oyƣaⱪ turidu.

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

Silǝrning sǝⱨǝrdǝ ornunglardin ⱪopuxunglar, Kǝq bolƣanda yetixinglar, Japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝtni nandǝk yegininglar bikardin-bikardur; Qünki U Ɵz sɵyginigǝ uyⱪuni beridu.

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

Mana, balilar Pǝrwǝrdigardin bolƣan mirastur, Baliyatⱪuning mewisi Uning mukapatidur;

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

Yaxliⱪta tapⱪan balilar, Baturning ⱪolidiki oⱪlardǝk 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.

Oⱪdeni muxular bilǝn tolƣan adǝm bǝhtliktur; [Xǝⱨǝr] dǝrwazisida turup düxmǝnlǝr bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪinida, Ular yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmaydu.