Psalms 124

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. If the Lord had not bene on our side, (may Israel now say)

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Əgǝr biz tǝrǝptǝ turƣini Pǝrwǝrdigar bolmiƣan bolsa, — Aⱨ, Israil xundaⱪ desun —

2 If the Lord had not bene on our side, when men rose vp against vs,

Biz tǝrǝptǝ turƣini Pǝrwǝrdigar bolmiƣan bolsa, Kixilǝr bizgǝ ⱨujumƣa ⱪozƣalƣanda,

3 They had then swallowed vs vp quicke, when their wrath was kindled against vs.

Ularning ƣǝzipi bizgǝ tutaxⱪanda, — Xu qaƣda ular bizni tirik yutuwetǝtti;

4 Then the waters had drowned vs, and the streame had gone ouer our soule:

[Xu qaƣda] sular bizni ƣǝrⱪ ⱪiliwetǝtti; Kǝlkün beximizdin ɵtǝtti;

5 Then had the swelling waters gone ouer our soule.

Dawalƣuƣan sular beximizdin ɵtǝtti!

6 Praysed be the Lord, which hath not giuen vs as a praye vnto their teeth.

Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa tǝxǝkkür-mǝdⱨiyǝ bolƣay! Ularning qixliriƣa ow boluxⱪa bizni ⱪoyup bǝrmidi.

7 Our soule is escaped, euen as a bird out of the snare of the foulers: the snare is broken, and we are deliuered.

Jenimiz tutⱪuqilarning basmiⱪidin ⱪeqip qiⱪⱪan ⱪuxtǝk ⱪaqti; Basmaⱪ sundurulup, biz ⱪaqtuⱪ!

8 Our helpe is in the Name of the Lord, which hath made heauen and earth.

Erixkǝn yardimimiz Pǝrwǝrdigarning namididur, Asman-zemin Yaratⱪuqining namididur!