Psalms 123

1 A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» I ǝrxlǝrdǝ Turƣuqisǝn, Sanga beximni kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn;

2 Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

Mana, ⱪulliringning kɵzi ɵz hojayinining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Dedǝklǝrning kɵzi ɵz saⱨibǝsining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Bizning kɵzimiz Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayimizƣa xundaⱪ ⱪaraydu. Ta bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtküqǝ ⱪaraydu.

3 Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn; Qünki biz yǝtküqǝ horluⱪ tartⱪanmiz.

4 Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.

Jenimiz ƣojamlarning mazaⱪlirini, Ⱨakawurlarning horluⱪlirini yǝtküqǝ tartⱪandur.