Psalms 125

1 `The song of greces. Thei that tristen in the Lord ben as the hil of Syon; he schal not be moued with outen ende,

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Perwerdigargha tayan’ghanlar Zion téghidektur; Uni tewretkili bolmaydu, U menggülük turidu.

2 that dwellith in Jerusalem. Hillis ben in the cumpas of it, and the Lord is in the cumpas of his puple; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

Yérusalém! Taghlar uning etrapini orughan, Hem Perwerdigar hazirdin ta ebedgiche Öz xelqining etrapini oraydu.

3 For the Lord schal not leeue the yerde of synneris on the part of iust men; that iust men holde not forth her hondis to wickidnesse.

Chünki rezillerning hoquq hasisi heqqaniylarning nésiwisini bashqurmaydu; Bolmisa heqqaniylarmu qollirini qebihlikke uzartishi mumkin.

4 Lord, do thou wel; to good men, and of riytful herte.

Perwerdigar, méhribanlargha méhribanliq qilghaysen; Köngli duruslarghimu shundaq bolsun.

5 But the Lord schal lede them that bowen in to obligaciouns, with hem that worchen wickidnesse; pees be on Israel.

Biraq egri yollargha burulup ketkenlerni bolsa, Perwerdigar ularni qebihlik qilghuchilar bilen teng shallaydu. Israilgha aman-xatirjemlik bolghay!