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. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labour in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

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

It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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

Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

4 Yaxliⱪta tapⱪan balilar, Baturning ⱪolidiki oⱪlardǝk bolidu.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

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

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.