Psalms 121

1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Kɵzlirimni taƣlar tǝrǝpkǝ kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn; Mening yardimim ⱪǝyǝrdin kelur?

2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.

Mana, ⱪara, Israilni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨǝm mügdimǝydu, ⱨǝm uhlimaydu!

5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.

Pǝrwǝrdigar qiⱪixingni, kirixingni, Buningdin keyin ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ saⱪlaydu.