Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» I ershlerde Turghuchisen, Sanga béshimni kötürüp qaraymen;

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

Mana, qulliringning közi öz xojayinining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Dédeklerning közi öz sahibesining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Bizning közimiz Perwerdigar Xudayimizgha shundaq qaraydu. Ta bizge shepqet körsetküche qaraydu.

3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen, i Perwerdigar, Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen; Chünki biz yetküche xorluq tartqanmiz.

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

Jénimiz ghojamlarning mazaqlirini, Hakawurlarning xorluqlirini yetküche tartqandur.