Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Thee I lift up mine eyes, O Thou that art enthroned in the heavens.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» I ershlerde Turghuchisen, Sanga béshimni kötürüp qaraymen;

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look unto the LORD our God, until He be gracious unto us.

Mana, qulliringning közi öz xojayinining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Dédeklerning közi öz sahibesining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Bizning közimiz Perwerdigar Xudayimizgha shundaq qaraydu. Ta bizge shepqet körsetküche qaraydu.

3 Be gracious unto us, O LORD, be gracious unto us; for we are full sated with contempt.

Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen, i Perwerdigar, Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen; Chünki biz yetküche xorluq tartqanmiz.

4 Our soul is full sated with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud oppressors.

Jénimiz ghojamlarning mazaqlirini, Hakawurlarning xorluqlirini yetküche tartqandur.