Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Sulayman yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵzi ɵy salmisa, Salƣuqilar bikardin-bikar uningƣa ǝjir singdüridu; Pǝrwǝrdigar xǝⱨǝrni saⱪlimisa, Kɵzǝtqilǝr bikardin-bikar oyƣaⱪ turidu.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

Silǝrning sǝⱨǝrdǝ ornunglardin ⱪopuxunglar, Kǝq bolƣanda yetixinglar, Japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝtni nandǝk yegininglar bikardin-bikardur; Qünki U Ɵz sɵyginigǝ uyⱪuni beridu.

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

Mana, balilar Pǝrwǝrdigardin bolƣan mirastur, Baliyatⱪuning mewisi Uning mukapatidur;

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Yaxliⱪta tapⱪan balilar, Baturning ⱪolidiki oⱪlardǝk bolidu.

5 Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.

Oⱪdeni muxular bilǝn tolƣan adǝm bǝhtliktur; [Xǝⱨǝr] dǝrwazisida turup düxmǝnlǝr bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪinida, Ular yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmaydu.