Psalms 137

1 Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

Babildiki dǝrya-eriⱪlar boyida biz olturduⱪ; Zionni ǝsliginimizdǝ, bǝrⱨǝⱪ yiƣa kɵtürduⱪ;

2 On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

Qiltarimizni arisidiki sɵgǝtlǝrgǝ esip ⱪoyduⱪ.

3 For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

Qünki bizni sürgün ⱪilƣanlar bizdin nahxa tǝlǝp ⱪildi; Bizni zarlatⱪuqilar bizdin tamaxa tǝlǝp ⱪilip: — «Ⱨǝy, Zion nahxiliridin birni bizgǝ eytⱪina» — deyixti.

4 How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

Yaⱪa yurtta turup Pǝrwǝrdigarning nahxisini ⱪandaⱪmu eytayli?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

Əy Yerusalem, mǝn seni untusam, Ong ⱪolum [maⱨaritini] untusun!

6 Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.

Seni ǝslimisǝm, — Yerusalemni ǝng qong hursǝnlikimdin ǝwzǝl kɵrmisǝm — Tilim tanglayimƣa qaplixip ⱪalsun!

7 Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Edom baliliridin ⱨesab alƣanda, Yerusalemning bexiƣa qüxkǝn künini yadingƣa kǝltürgǝysǝn; Qünki ular: «Uni yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar, Uliƣiqǝ yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar!» deyixti.

8 O daughter of Babylon, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

I bulinix aldida turƣan Babil ⱪizi, Bizgǝ ⱪilƣan ⱪilmixliringni ɵzünggǝ ⱪayturƣuqi bǝhtliktur!

9 Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.

Bowaⱪliringni elip taxⱪa atⱪuqi kixi bǝhtliktur!