Psalms 128

1 A Song of Degrees. Blessed are all they that fear the Lord; who walk in his ways.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣanlar, Uning yollirida mangidiƣanlarning ⱨǝrbiri bǝhtliktur!

2 Thou shalt eat the labours of thy hands: blessed art thou, and it shall be well with thee.

Qünki sǝn ɵz ⱪolungning ǝjrini yǝysǝn; Bǝhtlik bolisǝn, ronaⱪ tapisǝn;

3 Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine on the sides of thy house: thy children as young olive-plants round about thy table.

Ayaling bolsa ɵyüng iqidǝ mewilik üzüm telidǝk bolidu; Baliliring dastihaningni qɵridǝp, zǝytun dǝrǝhliridǝk tizilip olturidu;

4 Behold, thus shall the man be blessed that fears the Lord.

Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣan kixi xundaⱪ bǝhtni kɵridu.

5 May the Lord bless thee out of Sion; and mayest thou see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sanga Zion teƣidin bǝht ata ⱪilƣay; Sǝn ɵmrüng boyiqǝ Yerusalemning awatliⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn;

6 And mayest thou see thy children's children. Peace be upon Israel.

Pǝrzǝntliringning pǝrzǝntlirini kɵrgǝysǝn; Israilƣa aram-tinqliⱪ bolƣay!