Psalms 129

1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» «Yaxliⱪimdin tartip ular kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi» — — Aⱨ, Israil ⱨazir buni desun —

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

«Ular yaxliⱪimdin tartip kɵp ⱪetim meni har ⱪilip kǝldi, Biraⱪ üstümdin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilƣan ǝmǝs.

3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

Ⱪox ⱨǝydigüqilǝr dümbǝmdǝ ⱨǝydigǝn, Qɵnǝklirini intayin uzun tartⱪan».

4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniydur; U rǝzillǝrning asarǝtlirini sunduruwǝtti;

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

Ular xǝrmǝndǝ bolup arⱪisiƣa yandurulsun, Ziondin nǝprǝtlinidiƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi!

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

Ular ɵgzidǝ ünüp qiⱪⱪan qɵptǝk bolsun; Üzülmǝy turupla solixip ketidiƣan;

7 That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Ot-qɵp oriƣuqiƣa uningdin bir tutammu qiⱪmaydu; Baƣ baƣliƣuqiƣa bir ⱪuqaⱪmu qiⱪmaydu;

8 And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

Ɵtüp ketiwatⱪanlarmu: «Pǝrwǝrdigarning bǝrikiti üstünglarda bolƣay; Pǝrwǝrdigarning nami bilǝn silǝrgǝ bǝht tilǝymiz!» — degǝn salamni ⱨeq bǝrmǝydu.