Psalms 121

1 “A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” I lift up mine eyes to the hills: Whence cometh my help?

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

2 My help cometh from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 He will not suffer thy foot to stumble; Thy guardian doth not slumber.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 Behold, the guardian of Israel Doth neither slumber nor sleep.

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

5 The LORD is thy guardian; The LORD is thy shade at thy right hand.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, Nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 The LORD will preserve thee from all evil; He will preserve thy life.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The LORD will preserve thee, when thou goest out and when thou comest in, From this time forth for ever.

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