Psalms 121

1 A song of ascents. I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. O whence shall help for me come?

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Közlirimni taghlar terepke kötürüp qaraymen; Méning yardimim qeyerdin kélur?

2 From the Lord comes help to me the creator of heaven and earth.

Méning yardimim Perwerdigardindur; Asman-zéminni Yaratquchidindur.

3 Your foot he will not let totter: he who guards you will not sleep.

U putungni héch téyildurmaydu; Séni saqlighuchi héch mügdimeydu!

4 The guardian of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Mana, qara, Israilni saqlighuchi hem mügdimeydu, hem uxlimaydu!

5 The Lord is he who guards you your shelter upon your right hand.

Perwerdigar séning saqlighuchingdur; Perwerdigar ong yéningdiki sayiwendur.

6 The sun by day shall not strike you, nor the moon by night.

Quyash kündüzde, ay kéchide sanga zerer yetküzmeydu;

7 From all evil the Lord will guard you, he will guard your life.

Perwerdigar barliq yamanliqtin séni saqlaydu; U jéningni saqlaydu;

8 The Lord will guard your going and coming from now and for evermore.

Perwerdigar chiqishingni, kirishingni, Buningdin kéyin ebedil’ebedgiche saqlaydu.