< Psalms 131 >
1 “A song of the degrees by David.” O Lord, my heart was not haughty, nor were my eyes lofty: neither have I walked after matters too great, or those too wonderful for me.
«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi»; Dawut yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, könglüm tekebbur emes, Nezirimmu üstün emes; Men chong ishlar bilenmu, Yaki chamim yetmeydighan karamet ishlar bilenmu meshghul bolmaymen;
2 Surely I have pacified and stilled my soul, like the suckling on its mother's breast: like a suckling is in me my soul.
Berheq, anisining quchiqida yatqan emchektin ayrilghan balidek, Öz jénimni bésiwélip tinchlandurdum; Könglüm ichimde emchektin ayrilghan balidektur.
3 Let Israel wait for the Lord from this time forth and for ever more.
Israil Perwerdigargha ümid baghlisun; Hazirdin bashlap, ebedil’ebedgiche!