Psalms 121

1 A Song of degrees. I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come?

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

2 My help [cometh] from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

5 Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand;

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.

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