Psalms 126

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. When ye Lord brought againe the captiuitie of Zion, we were like them that dreame.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigar Ziondin sürgün bolƣanlarni ⱪayturup kǝlgǝndǝ, Biz qüx kɵrgǝndǝkla bolduⱪ;

2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with ioye: then sayd they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them.

Aƣzimiz külkigǝ, Tilimiz xadlinixⱪa toldi; Xu tapta ǝllǝr arisida ular: — «Pǝrwǝrdigar ularƣa zor ixlarni ⱪilip bǝrdi» — deyixti.

3 The Lord hath done great things for vs, whereof we reioyce.

Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝrwǝⱪǝ biz üqün zor ixlarni ⱪildi, Biz bulardin xadlinimiz.

4 O Lord, bring againe our captiuitie, as the riuers in the South.

Jǝnubtiki ⱪuruⱪ eriⱪlar [xar-xar sularƣa] aylandurulƣandǝk, Biz tutⱪunlarnimu ɵz ǝrkimizgǝ ⱪayturƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar;

5 They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioy.

Kɵz yaxlirini eⱪitip teriƣanlar xadliⱪ bilǝn orar;

6 They went weeping and caried precious seede: but they shall returne with ioye and bring their sheaues.

Yiƣlap yürüp qaqidiƣan uruⱪni kɵtürgǝn kixi, Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, xadliⱪ-tǝntǝnǝ bilǝn oriƣan baƣlirini kɵtürüp ⱪaytip kelidu.