Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» «Yashliqimdin tartip ular köp qétim méni xar qilip keldi» — — Ah, Israil hazir buni désun —

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

«Ular yashliqimdin tartip köp qétim méni xar qilip keldi, Biraq üstümdin ghelibe qilghan emes.

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

Qosh heydigüchiler dümbemde heydigen, Chöneklirini intayin uzun tartqan».

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

Perwerdigar heqqaniydur; U rezillerning asaretlirini sunduruwetti;

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Ular shermende bolup arqisigha yandurulsun, Ziondin nepretlinidighanlarning hemmisi!

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

Ular ögzide ünüp chiqqan chöptek bolsun; Üzülmey turupla soliship kétidighan;

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Ot-chöp orighuchigha uningdin bir tutammu chiqmaydu; Bagh baghlighuchigha bir quchaqmu chiqmaydu;

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

Ötüp kétiwatqanlarmu: «Perwerdigarning berikiti üstünglarda bolghay; Perwerdigarning nami bilen silerge bext tileymiz!» — dégen salamni héch bermeydu.