Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» «Yashliqimdin tartip ular köp qétim méni xar qilip keldi» — — Ah, Israil hazir buni désun —

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

«Ular yashliqimdin tartip köp qétim méni xar qilip keldi, Biraq üstümdin ghelibe qilghan emes.

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Qosh heydigüchiler dümbemde heydigen, Chöneklirini intayin uzun tartqan».

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Perwerdigar heqqaniydur; U rezillerning asaretlirini sunduruwetti;

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Ular shermende bolup arqisigha yandurulsun, Ziondin nepretlinidighanlarning hemmisi!

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

Ular ögzide ünüp chiqqan chöptek bolsun; Üzülmey turupla soliship kétidighan;

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

Ot-chöp orighuchigha uningdin bir tutammu chiqmaydu; Bagh baghlighuchigha bir quchaqmu chiqmaydu;

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

Ötüp kétiwatqanlarmu: «Perwerdigarning berikiti üstünglarda bolghay; Perwerdigarning nami bilen silerge bext tileymiz!» — dégen salamni héch bermeydu.