Psalms 121

1 “A song for the degrees.” I lift up my eyes unto the mountains: whence shall come my help?

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Közlirimni taghlar terepke kötürüp qaraymen; Méning yardimim qeyerdin kélur?

2 My help is from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He will not suffer thy foot to slip: thy keeper doth not slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, he slumbereth not, and he sleepeth not—the keeper of Israel.

Mana, qara, Israilni saqlighuchi hem mügdimeydu, hem uxlimaydu!

5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, he is on thy right hand.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 By day the sun shall not strike thee, nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 The Lord will guard thee against all evil: he will guard thy soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The Lord will guard thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth and for evermore.

Perwerdigar chiqishingni, kirishingni, Buningdin kéyin ebedil’ebedgiche saqlaydu.