Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit in the heavens.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» I ershlerde Turghuchisen, Sanga béshimni kötürüp qaraymen;

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD, our God, until he has mercy on us.

Mana, qulliringning közi öz xojayinining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Dédeklerning közi öz sahibesining qollirigha qandaq qarighan bolsa, Bizning közimiz Perwerdigar Xudayimizgha shundaq qaraydu. Ta bizge shepqet körsetküche qaraydu.

3 Have mercy on us, LORD, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen, i Perwerdigar, Bizge shepqet körgüzgeysen; Chünki biz yetküche xorluq tartqanmiz.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Jénimiz ghojamlarning mazaqlirini, Hakawurlarning xorluqlirini yetküche tartqandur.