Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, kɵnglüm tǝkǝbbur ǝmǝs, Nǝzirimmu üstün ǝmǝs; Mǝn qong ixlar bilǝnmu, Yaki qamim yǝtmǝydiƣan karamǝt ixlar bilǝnmu mǝxƣul bolmaymǝn;

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, anisining ⱪuqiⱪida yatⱪan ǝmqǝktin ayrilƣan balidǝk, Ɵz jenimni besiwelip tinqlandurdum; Kɵnglüm iqimdǝ ǝmqǝktin ayrilƣan balidǝktur.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Israil Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ümid baƣlisun; Ⱨazirdin baxlap, ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ!