Psalms 121

1 A Song of degrees. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Kɵzlirimni taƣlar tǝrǝpkǝ kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn; Mening yardimim ⱪǝyǝrdin kelur?

2 My help [cometh] from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

Mana, ⱪara, Israilni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨǝm mügdimǝydu, ⱨǝm uhlimaydu!

5 The LORD [is] thy keeper: the LORD [is] thy shade upon thy right hand.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

7 The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

8 The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

Pǝrwǝrdigar qiⱪixingni, kirixingni, Buningdin keyin ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ saⱪlaydu.