< Psalms 121 >

1 A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?
«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Közlirimni taghlar terepke kötürüp qaraymen; Méning yardimim qeyerdin kélur?
2 My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,
Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.
3 He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!
4 Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.
Mana, qara, Israilni saqlighuchi hem mügdimeydu, hem uxlimaydu!
5 Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand,
Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.
6 By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.
Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;
7 Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.
Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;
8 Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!
Perwerdigar chiqishingni, kirishingni, Buningdin kéyin ebedil’ebedgiche saqlaydu.

< Psalms 121 >