Psalms 129

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» «Yaxliⱪimdin tartip ular kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi» — — Aⱨ, Israil ⱨazir buni desun —

2 Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

«Ular yaxliⱪimdin tartip kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi, Biraⱪ üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs.

3 They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

Ⱪox ⱨǝydigüqilǝr dümbǝmdǝ ⱨǝydigǝn, Qɵnǝklirini intayin uzun tartⱪan».

4 But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniydur; U rǝzillǝrning asarǝtlirini sunduruwǝtti;

5 May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

Ular xǝrmǝndǝ bolup arⱪisiƣa yandurulsun, Ziondin nǝprǝtlinidiƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi!

6 May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

Ular ɵgzidǝ ünüp qiⱪⱪan qɵptǝk bolsun; Üzülmǝy turupla solixip ketidiƣan;

7 There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

Ot-qɵp oriƣuqiƣa uningdin bir tutammu qiⱪmaydu; Baƣ baƣliƣuqiƣa bir ⱪuqaⱪmu qiⱪmaydu;

8 May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”

Ɵtüp ketiwatⱪanlarmu: «Pǝrwǝrdigarning bǝrikiti üstünglarda bolƣay; Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn silǝrgǝ bǝht tilǝymiz!» — degǝn salamni ⱨeq bǝrmǝydu.