Psalms 121

1 A Song of the going up. My eyes are lifted up to the hills: O where will my help come from?

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

2 Your help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 May he not let your foot be moved: no need of sleep has he who keeps you.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 See, the eyes of Israel's keeper will not be shut in sleep.

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

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

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 You will not be touched by the sun in the day, or by the moon at night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 The Lord will keep you safe from all evil; he will take care of your soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The Lord will keep watch over your going out and your coming in, from this time and for ever.

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