Psalms 128

1 A song of degrees. Blessed is euery one that feareth the Lord and walketh in his wayes.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣanlar, Uning yollirida mangidiƣanlarning ⱨǝrbiri bǝhtliktur!

2 When thou eatest the labours of thine hands, thou shalt be blessed, and it shall be well with thee.

Qünki sǝn ɵz ⱪolungning ǝjrini yǝysǝn; Bǝhtlik bolisǝn, ronaⱪ tapisǝn;

3 Thy wife shalbe as the fruitfull vine on the sides of thine house, and thy children like the oliue plantes round about thy table.

Ayaling bolsa ɵyüng iqidǝ mewilik üzüm telidǝk bolidu; Baliliring dastihaningni qɵridǝp, zǝytun dǝrǝhliridǝk tizilip olturidu;

4 Lo, surely thus shall the man be blessed, that feareth the Lord.

Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣan kixi xundaⱪ bǝhtni kɵridu.

5 The Lord out of Zion shall blesse thee, and thou shalt see the wealth of Ierusalem all the dayes of thy life.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sanga Zion teƣidin bǝht ata ⱪilƣay; Sǝn ɵmrüng boyiqǝ Yerusalemning awatliⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn;

6 Yea, thou shalt see thy childrens children, and peace vpon Israel.

Pǝrzǝntliringning pǝrzǝntlirini kɵrgǝysǝn; Israilƣa aram-tinqliⱪ bolƣay!