Psalms 127

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of Salomon. Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the keeper watcheth in vaine.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Sulayman yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵzi ɵy salmisa, Salƣuqilar bikardin-bikar uningƣa ǝjir singdüridu; Pǝrwǝrdigar xǝⱨǝrni saⱪlimisa, Kɵzǝtqilǝr bikardin-bikar oyƣaⱪ turidu.

2 It is in vaine for you to rise earely, and to lie downe late, and eate the bread of sorow: but he wil surely giue rest to his beloued.

Silǝrning sǝⱨǝrdǝ ornunglardin ⱪopuxunglar, Kǝq bolƣanda yetixinglar, Japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝtni nandǝk yegininglar bikardin-bikardur; Qünki U Ɵz sɵyginigǝ uyⱪuni beridu.

3 Beholde, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruite of the wombe his rewarde.

Mana, balilar Pǝrwǝrdigardin bolƣan mirastur, Baliyatⱪuning mewisi Uning mukapatidur;

4 As are the arrowes in the hand of ye strong man: so are the children of youth.

Yaxliⱪta tapⱪan balilar, Baturning ⱪolidiki oⱪlardǝk bolidu.

5 Blessed is the man, that hath his quiuer full of them: for they shall not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemies in the gate.

Oⱪdeni muxular bilǝn tolƣan adǝm bǝhtliktur; [Xǝⱨǝr] dǝrwazisida turup düxmǝnlǝr bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪinida, Ular yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmaydu.