Psalms 121

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?

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

2 My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.

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

5 YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!

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