Psalms 128

1 “A song of the degrees.” Happy is every one that feareth the Lord, that walketh in his ways.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Perwerdigardin qorqidighanlar, Uning yollirida mangidighanlarning herbiri bextliktur!

2 When thou eatest the labor of thy hands: [then] wilt thou be happy, and it shall be well with thee.

Chünki sen öz qolungning ejrini yeysen; Bextlik bolisen, ronaq tapisen;

3 Thy wife is [then] as a fruitful vine in the recesses of thy house: thy children, like olive-plants round about thy table.

Ayaling bolsa öyüng ichide méwilik üzüm télidek bolidu; Baliliring dastixaningni chöridep, zeytun derexliridek tizilip olturidu;

4 Behold, truly thus shall be blessed the man that feareth the Lord.

Mana, Perwerdigardin qorqidighan kishi shundaq bextni köridu.

5 May the Lord bless thee out of Zion: and see thou the happiness of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

Perwerdigar sanga Zion téghidin bext ata qilghay; Sen ömrüng boyiche Yérusalémning awatliqini körgeysen;

6 And see thou thy children's children: may there be peace upon Israel.

Perzentliringning perzentlirini körgeysen; Israilgha aram-tinchliq bolghay!