Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Ular manga: «Perwerdigarning öyige chiqayli» — déginide, Shadlandim.

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

Putlirimiz derwaziliring ichide turushqa nésip boldi, i Yérusalém!

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

I Yérusalém, sen jipsilashturulup retlik sélin’ghan bir sheherdursen;

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Qebililer u yerge chiqidu, Yahning qebililiri chiqidu; Israilgha bérilgen körsetme boyiche, Perwerdigarning namigha teshekkür éytish üchün chiqidu.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Chünki u yerde höküm chiqirishqa textler sélindi, Dawutning jemetidikilerge textler sélindi.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

Yérusalémning aman-xatirjemlikini izdep dua qilinglar; Séni söygenler ronaq tapidu.

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Istihkamliring ichide aman-xatirjemlik bolsun, Ordiliring ichide awat-aramliq bolsun!

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

Qérindashlirim hem yar-buraderlirim üchün, Men: «Aman-xatirjemlik ichingde bolsun» — deymen.

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

Perwerdigar Xudayimizning öyi üchün, Séning ronaq tépishinggha intilimen!