Psalms 121

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look to the hills—but is that where my help comes from?

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Közlirimni taghlar terepke kötürüp qaraymen; Méning yardimim qeyerdin kélur?

2 My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He will not let you fall; he who watches over you won't fall asleep.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 In fact he who watches over you doesn't take naps or fall asleep.

Mana, qara, Israilni saqlighuchi hem mügdimeydu, hem uxlimaydu!

5 The Lord keeps watch over you; the Lord protects you; he stands right beside you.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun won't hurt you during the day, nor the moon at night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 The Lord will protect you from all kinds of evil; he will keep you safe and sound.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The Lord will look after you when you leave, and when you return, now and forever.

Perwerdigar chiqishingni, kirishingni, Buningdin kéyin ebedil’ebedgiche saqlaydu.