Psalms 125

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, for it is unshakeable and endures forever.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tayanƣanlar Zion teƣidǝktur; Uni tǝwrǝtkili bolmaydu, U mǝnggülük turidu.

2 In the same way that the mountains surround Jerusalem, the Lord surrounds his people, now and forever.

Yerusalem! Taƣlar uning ǝtrapini oruƣan, Ⱨǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨazirdin ta ǝbǝdgiqǝ Ɵz hǝlⱪining ǝtrapini oraydu.

3 The wicked will not always rule over the land of the faithful, otherwise the faithful might also end up doing wrong.

Qünki rǝzillǝrning ⱨoⱪuⱪ ⱨasisi ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarning nesiwisini baxⱪurmaydu; Bolmisa ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarmu ⱪollirini ⱪǝbiⱨlikkǝ uzartixi mumkin.

4 Lord, please do good to those who do good, those who sincerely do what is right.

Pǝrwǝrdigar, meⱨribanlarƣa meⱨribanliⱪ ⱪilƣaysǝn; Kɵngli duruslarƣimu xundaⱪ bolsun.

5 But as for those who turn aside to follow their own crooked ways—those the Lord will lead them away together with those who do evil. May Israel be at peace!

Biraⱪ ǝgri yollarƣa burulup kǝtkǝnlǝrni bolsa, Pǝrwǝrdigar ularni ⱪǝbiⱨlik ⱪilƣuqilar bilǝn tǝng xallaydu. Israilƣa aman-hatirjǝmlik bolƣay!