Psalms 120

1 In my distress I cried to Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

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

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

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be done more to thee, thou deceitful 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 Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul has long had her dwelling with him who hates 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.