Psalms 128

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Happy are all those who worship the Lord, everyone who follows his ways!

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Perwerdigardin qorqidighanlar, Uning yollirida mangidighanlarning herbiri bextliktur!

2 You will eat what your own hands have produced. You will be happy and do well.

Chünki sen öz qolungning ejrini yeysen; Bextlik bolisen, ronaq tapisen;

3 Your wife will be like a fruitful vine growing in your home. Your children will be like the shoots of an olive tree around your table.

Ayaling bolsa öyüng ichide méwilik üzüm télidek bolidu; Baliliring dastixaningni chöridep, zeytun derexliridek tizilip olturidu;

4 This will certainly be the Lord's blessing on those who worship him.

Mana, Perwerdigardin qorqidighan kishi shundaq bextni köridu.

5 May the Lord go on blessing you from Zion; may you see Jerusalem prosper all the days of your life.

Perwerdigar sanga Zion téghidin bext ata qilghay; Sen ömrüng boyiche Yérusalémning awatliqini körgeysen;

6 May you see your children's children. May Israel be at peace!

Perzentliringning perzentlirini körgeysen; Israilgha aram-tinchliq bolghay!