Psalms 121

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

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Kɵzlirimni taƣlar tǝrǝpkǝ kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn; Mening yardimim ⱪǝyǝrdin kelur?

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

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

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

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

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

Mana, ⱪara, Israilni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨǝm mügdimǝydu, ⱨǝm uhlimaydu!

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

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

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

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

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

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

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

Pǝrwǝrdigar qiⱪixingni, kirixingni, Buningdin keyin ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ saⱪlaydu.