Psalms 127

1 A Song of Degrees. Except the Lord build the house, they that build labour in vain: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman watches in vain.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi»; Sulayman yazghan küy: — Perwerdigar Özi öy salmisa, Salghuchilar bikardin-bikar uninggha ejir singdüridu; Perwerdigar sheherni saqlimisa, Közetchiler bikardin-bikar oyghaq turidu.

2 It is vain for you to rise early: you rise up after resting, you that eat the bread of grief; while he gives sleep to his beloved.

Silerning seherde ornunglardin qopushunglar, Kech bolghanda yétishinglar, Japa-musheqqetni nandek yégininglar bikardin-bikardur; Chünki U Öz söyginige uyquni béridu.

3 Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, the reward of the fruit of the womb.

Mana, balilar Perwerdigardin bolghan mirastur, Baliyatquning méwisi Uning mukapatidur;

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so are the children of those who were outcasts.

Yashliqta tapqan balilar, Baturning qolidiki oqlardek bolidu.

5 Blessed is the man who shall satisfy his desire with them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak to their enemies in the gates.

Oqdéni mushular bilen tolghan adem bextliktur; [Sheher] derwazisida turup düshmenler bilen sözlishiwatqinida, Ular yerge qarap qalmaydu.