Psalms 123

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» I ershlerde Turghuchisen, Sanga béshimni kötürüp qaraymen;

2 Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to us.

Mana, qulliringning közi öz xojayinining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Dédeklerning közi öz sahibesining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Bizning közimiz Perwerdigar Xudayimizgha shundaq qaraydu. Ta bizge shepqet körsetküche qaraydu.

3 Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen, i Perwerdigar, Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen; Chünki biz yetküche xorluq tartqanmiz.

4 We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.

Jénimiz ghojamlarning mazaqlirini, Hakawurlarning xorluqlirini yetküche tartqandur.