Psalms 121

1 A Song of Degrees. I lifted up mine eyes to the mountains, whence my help shall come.

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

2 My help [shall come] from the Lord, who made the heaven and the earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 Let not your foot be moved; and let not your keeper slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, he that keeps Israel shall not slumber nor sleep.

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

5 The Lord shall keep you: the Lord is your shelter upon your right hand.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun shall not burn you by day, neither the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 May the Lord preserve you from all evil: the Lord shall keep your soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The Lord shall keep your coming in, and your going out, from henceforth and even for ever.

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