Psalms 121

1 A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?

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

2 My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

3 He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

4 Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.

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

5 Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand,

Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

6 By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

7 Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.

Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

8 Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!

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