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 You shall eat the labours of your hands: blessed are you, and it shall be well with you.

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

3 Your wife shall be as a fruitful vine on the sides of your house: your children as young olive-plants round about your 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 you out of Sion; and may you see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

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

6 And may you see your children's children. Peace be upon Israel.

Pǝrzǝntliringning pǝrzǝntlirini kɵrgǝysǝn; Israilƣa aram-tinqliⱪ bolƣay!