Psalms 131

1 A song of degrees or Psalme of David. Lord, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Dawut yazƣan küy: — I Pǝrwǝrdigar, kɵnglüm tǝkǝbbur ǝmǝs, Nǝzirimmu üstün ǝmǝs; Mǝn qong ixlar bilǝnmu, Yaki qamim yǝtmǝydiƣan karamǝt ixlar bilǝnmu mǝxƣul bolmaymǝn;

2 Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.

Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, anisining ⱪuqiⱪida yatⱪan ǝmqǝktin ayrilƣan balidǝk, Ɵz jenimni besiwelip tinqlandurdum; Kɵnglüm iqimdǝ ǝmqǝktin ayrilƣan balidǝktur.

3 Let Israel waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.

Israil Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa ümid baƣlisun; Ⱨazirdin baxlap, ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ!