Psalms 129

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

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» «Yaxliⱪimdin tartip ular kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi» — — Aⱨ, Israil ⱨazir buni desun —

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

«Ular yaxliⱪimdin tartip kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi, Biraⱪ üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs.

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

Ⱪox ⱨǝydigüqilǝr dümbǝmdǝ ⱨǝydigǝn, Qɵnǝklirini intayin uzun tartⱪan».

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

Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniydur; U rǝzillǝrning asarǝtlirini sunduruwǝtti;

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

Ular xǝrmǝndǝ bolup arⱪisiƣa yandurulsun, Ziondin nǝprǝtlinidiƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi!

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

Ular ɵgzidǝ ünüp qiⱪⱪan qɵptǝk bolsun; Üzülmǝy turupla solixip ketidiƣan;

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

Ot-qɵp oriƣuqiƣa uningdin bir tutammu qiⱪmaydu; Baƣ baƣliƣuqiƣa bir ⱪuqaⱪmu qiⱪmaydu;

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

Ɵtüp ketiwatⱪanlarmu: «Pǝrwǝrdigarning bǝrikiti üstünglarda bolƣay; Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn silǝrgǝ bǝht tilǝymiz!» — degǝn salamni ⱨeq bǝrmǝydu.