Psalms 128

1 The song of greces. Blessid ben alle men, that dreden the Lord; that gon in hise weies.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣanlar, Uning yollirida mangidiƣanlarning ⱨǝrbiri bǝhtliktur!

2 For thou schalt ete the trauels of thin hondis; thou art blessid, and it schal be wel to thee.

Qünki sǝn ɵz ⱪolungning ǝjrini yǝysǝn; Bǝhtlik bolisǝn, ronaⱪ tapisǝn;

3 Thi wijf as a plenteous vyne; in the sidis of thin hous. Thi sones as the newe sprenges of olyue trees; in the cumpas of thi bord.

Ayaling bolsa ɵyüng iqidǝ mewilik üzüm telidǝk bolidu; Baliliring dastihaningni qɵridǝp, zǝytun dǝrǝhliridǝk tizilip olturidu;

4 Lo! so a man schal be blessid; that dredith the Lord.

Mana, Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣan kixi xundaⱪ bǝhtni kɵridu.

5 The Lord blesse thee fro Syon; and se thou the goodis of Jerusalem in alle the daies of thi lijf.

Pǝrwǝrdigar sanga Zion teƣidin bǝht ata ⱪilƣay; Sǝn ɵmrüng boyiqǝ Yerusalemning awatliⱪini kɵrgǝysǝn;

6 And se thou the sones of thi sones; se thou pees on Israel.

Pǝrzǝntliringning pǝrzǝntlirini kɵrgǝysǝn; Israilƣa aram-tinqliⱪ bolƣay!