Psalms 131

1 A Song of Ascents. David’s. O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs too wonderful for me.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi»; Dawut yazghan küy: — I Perwerdigar, könglüm tekebbur emes, Nezirimmu üstün emes; Men chong ishlar bilenmu, Yaki chamim yetmeydighan karamet ishlar bilenmu meshghul bolmaymen;

2 Surely I have soothed and silenced my soul, —like a weaned child, concerning his mother, like a weaned child, concerning myself—mine own soul.

Berheq, anisining quchiqida yatqan emchektin ayrilghan balidek, Öz jénimni bésiwélip tinchlandurdum; Könglüm ichimde emchektin ayrilghan balidektur.

3 Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, from this time forth, even to times age-abiding.

Israil Perwerdigargha ümid baghlisun; Hazirdin bashlap, ebedil’ebedgiche!