Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon—There we sat, Indeed, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Babildiki dǝrya-eriⱪlar boyida biz olturduⱪ; Zionni ǝsliginimizdǝ, bǝrⱨǝⱪ yiƣa kɵtürduⱪ;

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

Qiltarimizni arisidiki sɵgǝtlǝrgǝ esip ⱪoyduⱪ.

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: “Sing to us of a song of Zion.”

Qünki bizni sürgün ⱪilƣanlar bizdin nahxa tǝlǝp ⱪildi; Bizni zarlatⱪuqilar bizdin tamaxa tǝlǝp ⱪilip: — «Ⱨǝy, Zion nahxiliridin birni bizgǝ eytⱪina» — deyixti.

4 How do we sing the song of YHWH, On the land of a stranger?

Yaⱪa yurtta turup Pǝrwǝrdigarning nahxisini ⱪandaⱪmu eytayli?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgets!

Əy Yerusalem, mǝn seni untusam, Ong ⱪolum [maⱨaritini] untusun!

6 My tongue cleaves to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Seni ǝslimisǝm, — Yerusalemni ǝng qong hursǝnlikimdin ǝwzǝl kɵrmisǝm — Tilim tanglayimƣa qaplixip ⱪalsun!

7 Remember, YHWH, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, “Raze, raze to its foundation!”

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Edom baliliridin ⱨesab alƣanda, Yerusalemning bexiƣa qüxkǝn künini yadingƣa kǝltürgǝysǝn; Qünki ular: «Uni yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar, Uliƣiqǝ yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilinglar!» deyixti.

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the blessedness of him who repays to you your deed, That you have done to us.

I bulinix aldida turƣan Babil ⱪizi, Bizgǝ ⱪilƣan ⱪilmixliringni ɵzünggǝ ⱪayturƣuqi bǝhtliktur!

9 O the blessedness of him who seizes, and has dashed your sucklings on the rock!

Bowaⱪliringni elip taxⱪa atⱪuqi kixi bǝhtliktur!