Zǝbur 129

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

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

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

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Ⱪox ⱨǝydigüqilǝr dümbǝmdǝ ⱨǝydigǝn, Qɵnǝklirini intayin uzun tartⱪan».

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniydur; U rǝzillǝrning asarǝtlirini sunduruwǝtti;

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Ular xǝrmǝndǝ bolup arⱪisiƣa yandurulsun, Ziondin nǝprǝtlinidiƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi!

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

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

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

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

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

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

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”