Psalms 121

1 The song of greces. I reiside myn iyen to the hillis; fro whannus help schal come to me.

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

2 Myn help is of the Lord; that made heuene and erthe.

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

3 The Lord yyue not thi foot in to mouyng; nether he nappe, that kepith thee.

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

4 Lo! he schal not nappe, nether slepe; that kepith Israel.

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

5 The Lord kepith thee; the Lord is thi proteccioun aboue thi riythond.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

6 The sunne schal not brenne thee bi dai; nether the moone bi nyyt.

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

7 The Lord kepe thee fro al yuel; the Lord kepe thi soule.

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

8 The Lord kepe thi goyng in and thi goyng out; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

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