Zǝbur 127

1 «Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi»; Sulayman yazƣan küy: — Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵzi ɵy salmisa, Salƣuqilar bikardin-bikar uningƣa ǝjir singdüridu; Pǝrwǝrdigar xǝⱨǝrni saⱪlimisa, Kɵzǝtqilǝr bikardin-bikar oyƣaⱪ turidu.

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.

2 Silǝrning sǝⱨǝrdǝ ornunglardin ⱪopuxunglar, Kǝq bolƣanda yetixinglar, Japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝtni nandǝk yegininglar bikardin-bikardur; Qünki U Ɵz sɵyginigǝ uyⱪuni beridu.

In vain you rise early, and finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.

3 Mana, balilar Pǝrwǝrdigardin bolƣan mirastur, Baliyatⱪuning mewisi Uning mukapatidur;

Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.

4 Yaxliⱪta tapⱪan balilar, Baturning ⱪolidiki oⱪlardǝk bolidu.

Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.

5 Oⱪdeni muxular bilǝn tolƣan adǝm bǝhtliktur; [Xǝⱨǝr] dǝrwazisida turup düxmǝnlǝr bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪinida, Ular yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmaydu.

Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.