Zǝbur 121

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?

2 Mening yardimim Pǝrwǝrdigardindur; Asman-zeminni Yaratⱪuqidindur.

My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,

3 U putungni ⱨeq teyildurmaydu; Seni saⱪliƣuqi ⱨeq mügdimǝydu!

He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.

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

Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.

5 Pǝrwǝrdigar sening saⱪliƣuqingdur; Pǝrwǝrdigar ong yeningdiki sayiwǝndur.

YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,

6 Ⱪuyax kündüzdǝ, ay keqidǝ sanga zǝrǝr yǝtküzmǝydu;

By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.

7 Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ yamanliⱪtin seni saⱪlaydu; U jeningni saⱪlaydu;

YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.

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

YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!