Psalms 121

1 A Song of Ascents. I will lift up mine eyes, unto the mountains, From whence cometh my help!

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Kɵzlirimni taƣlar tǝrǝpkǝ kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn; Mening yardimim ⱪǝyǝrdin kelur?

2 My help, is from Yahweh, who made heavens and earth.

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

3 May he not suffer thy foot, to slip, May thy keeper, not slumber!

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

4 Lo! neither will slumber nor sleep, The keeper of Israel.

Mana, ⱪara, Israilni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨǝm mügdimǝydu, ⱨǝm uhlimaydu!

5 Yahweh, is thy keeper, Yahweh, is thy shade, on thy right hand:

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

6 By day, the sun, shall not smite, nor, the moon, by night.

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

7 Yahweh, will keep thee from all harm, He will keep thy life.

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

8 Yahweh, will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth, even unto times age-abiding.

Pǝrwǝrdigar qiⱪixingni, kirixingni, Buningdin keyin ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ saⱪlaydu.