Psalms 126

1 A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigar Ziondin sürgün bolƣanlarni ⱪayturup kǝlgǝndǝ, Biz qüx kɵrgǝndǝkla bolduⱪ;

2 Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say amongst the Gentiles,

Aƣzimiz külkigǝ, Tilimiz xadlinixⱪa toldi; Xu tapta ǝllǝr arisida ular: — «Pǝrwǝrdigar ularƣa zor ixlarni ⱪilip bǝrdi» — deyixti.

3 The Lord has done great things amongst them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful.

Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝrwǝⱪǝ biz üqün zor ixlarni ⱪildi, Biz bulardin xadlinimiz.

4 Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the steams in the south.

Jǝnubtiki ⱪuruⱪ eriⱪlar [xar-xar sularƣa] aylandurulƣandǝk, Biz tutⱪunlarnimu ɵz ǝrkimizgǝ ⱪayturƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar;

5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Kɵz yaxlirini eⱪitip teriƣanlar xadliⱪ bilǝn orar;

6 They went on and wept as they cast their seeds; but they shall surely come with exultation, bringing their sheaves [with them].

Yiƣlap yürüp qaqidiƣan uruⱪni kɵtürgǝn kixi, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, xadliⱪ-tǝntǝnǝ bilǝn oriƣan baƣlirini kɵtürüp ⱪaytip kelidu.