Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

Babildiki dǝrya-eriⱪlar boyida biz olturduⱪ; Zionni ǝsliginimizdǝ, bǝrⱨǝⱪ yiƣa kɵtürduⱪ;

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Qiltarimizni arisidiki sɵgǝtlǝrgǝ esip ⱪoyduⱪ.

3 for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

Qünki bizni sürgün ⱪilƣanlar bizdin nahxa tǝlǝp ⱪildi; Bizni zarlatⱪuqilar bizdin tamaxa tǝlǝp ⱪilip: — «Ⱨǝy, Zion nahxiliridin birni bizgǝ eytⱪina» — deyixti.

4 How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

Yaⱪa yurtta turup Pǝrwǝrdigarning nahxisini ⱪandaⱪmu eytayli?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

Əy Yerusalem, mǝn seni untusam, Ong ⱪolum [maⱨaritini] untusun!

6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!

Seni ǝslimisǝm, — Yerusalemni ǝng qong hursǝnlikimdin ǝwzǝl kɵrmisǝm — Tilim tanglayimƣa qaplixip ⱪalsun!

7 Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Edom baliliridin ⱨesab alƣanda, Yerusalemning bexiƣa qüxkǝn künini yadingƣa kǝltürgǝysǝn; Qünki ular: «Uni yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar, Uliƣiqǝ yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar!» deyixti.

8 O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.

I bulinix aldida turƣan Babil ⱪizi, Bizgǝ ⱪilƣan ⱪilmixliringni ɵzünggǝ ⱪayturƣuqi bǝhtliktur!

9 Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.

Bowaⱪliringni elip taxⱪa atⱪuqi kixi bǝhtliktur!