Psalms 123

1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» I ǝrxlǝrdǝ Turƣuqisǝn, Sanga beximni kɵtürüp ⱪaraymǝn;

2 Lo, as eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Mana, ⱪulliringning kɵzi ɵz hojayinining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Dedǝklǝrning kɵzi ɵz saⱨibǝsining ⱪolliriƣa ⱪandaⱪ ⱪariƣan bolsa, Bizning kɵzimiz Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayimizƣa xundaⱪ ⱪaraydu. Ta bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrsǝtküqǝ ⱪaraydu.

3 Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Bizgǝ xǝpⱪǝt kɵrgüzgǝysǝn; Qünki biz yǝtküqǝ horluⱪ tartⱪanmiz.

4 Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

Jenimiz ƣojamlarning mazaⱪlirini, Ⱨakawurlarning horluⱪlirini yǝtküqǝ tartⱪandur.