Psalms 131

1 A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi»; Dawut yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, könglüm tekebbur emes, Nezirimmu üstün emes; Men chong ishlar bilenmu, Yaki chamim yetmeydighan karamet ishlar bilenmu meshghul bolmaymen;

2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Berheq, anisining quchiqida yatqan emchektin ayrilghan balidek, Öz jénimni bésiwélip tinchlandurdum; Könglüm ichimde emchektin ayrilghan balidektur.

3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.

Israil Perwerdigargha ümid baghlisun; Hazirdin bashlap, ebedil’ebedgiche!