Psalms 122

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. I was so happy when they said to me, “Let's go the house of the Lord.”

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Ular manga: «Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyigǝ qiⱪayli» — deginidǝ, Xadlandim.

2 Now we're standing inside your gates, Jerusalem!

Putlirimiz dǝrwaziliring iqidǝ turuxⱪa nesip boldi, i Yerusalem!

3 Jerusalem is built as a city where people can be together.

I Yerusalem, sǝn jipsilaxturulup rǝtlik selinƣan bir xǝⱨǝrdursǝn;

4 All the tribes—the tribes of the Lord—go up there, following the command given to Israel to give thanks to the Lord.

Ⱪǝbililǝr u yǝrgǝ qiⱪidu, Yaⱨning ⱪǝbililiri qiⱪidu; Israilƣa berilgǝn kɵrsǝtmǝ boyiqǝ, Pǝrwǝrdigarning namiƣa tǝxǝkkür eytix üqün qiⱪidu.

5 This is where the thrones are placed, where judgment is given, the thrones of the house of David.

Qünki u yǝrdǝ ⱨɵküm qiⱪirixⱪa tǝhtlǝr selindi, Dawutning jǝmǝtidikilǝrgǝ tǝhtlǝr selindi.

6 Pray that Jerusalem may be at peace. May everyone who loves Jerusalem be kept safe.

Yerusalemning aman-hatirjǝmlikini izdǝp dua ⱪilinglar; Seni sɵygǝnlǝr ronaⱪ tapidu.

7 May there be peace within your walls, and safety within your fortresses.

Istiⱨkamliring iqidǝ aman-hatirjǝmlik bolsun, Ordiliring iqidǝ awat-aramliⱪ bolsun!

8 On behalf of my family and friends, I will now say, “May you be at peace.”

Ⱪerindaxlirim ⱨǝm yar-buradǝrlirim üqün, Mǝn: «Aman-hatirjǝmlik iqingdǝ bolsun» — dǝymǝn.

9 On behalf of the house of the Lord our God, I pray that everything goes well for you.

Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayimizning ɵyi üqün, Sening ronaⱪ tepixingƣa intilimǝn!