Psalms 128

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. O the blessedness of everyone fearing YHWH, Who is walking in His ways.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣanlar, Uning yollirida mangidiƣanlarning ⱨǝrbiri bǝhtliktur!

2 You surely eat the labor of your hands, You [are] blessed, and good [is] to you.

Qünki sǝn ɵz ⱪolungning ǝjrini yǝysǝn; Bǝhtlik bolisǝn, ronaⱪ tapisǝn;

3 Your wife [is] as a fruitful vine in the sides of your house, Your sons as olive plants around your table.

Ayaling bolsa ɵyüng iqidǝ mewilik üzüm telidǝk bolidu; Baliliring dastihaningni qɵridǝp, zǝytun dǝrǝhliridǝk tizilip olturidu;

4 Behold, surely thus is the man blessed who is fearing YHWH.

Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣan kixi xundaⱪ bǝhtni kɵridu.

5 YHWH blesses you out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of your life,

Pǝrwǝrdigar sanga Zion teƣidin bǝht ata ⱪilƣay; Sǝn ɵmrüng boyiqǝ Yerusalemning awatliⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn;

6 And see the sons of your sons! Peace on Israel!

Pǝrzǝntliringning pǝrzǝntlirini kɵrgǝysǝn; Israilƣa aram-tinqliⱪ bolƣay!