< Psalms 123 >

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.
«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» I ǝrxlǝrdǝ Turƣuqisǝn, Sanga beximni kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn;
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, ⱪulliringning kɵzi ɵz hojayinining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Dedǝklǝrning kɵzi ɵz saⱨibǝsining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Bizning kɵzimiz Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayimizƣa xundaⱪ ⱪaraydu. Ta bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtküqǝ ⱪaraydu.
3 Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.
Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn; Qünki biz yǝtküqǝ horluⱪ tartⱪanmiz.
4 We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.
Jenimiz ƣojamlarning mazaⱪlirini, Ⱨakawurlarning horluⱪlirini yǝtküqǝ tartⱪandur.

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