Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Béshimgha kün chüshkende men Perwerdigargha nida qildim; U manga jawab berdi.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

I Perwerdigar, jénimni yalghan sözleydighan lewlerdin, Aldamchi tildin qutuldurghaysen.

3 What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue?

Sanga néme bérilidu, Sanga néme qoshulushi kérek, Ey aldamchi til?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Meshek diyarida musapir bolup yashighinimgha, Kédar chédirliri arisida turghinimgha halimgha way!

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.

Men tinchliqperwermen; Biraq gep qilsam, ular urushimizla, deydu.