Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

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

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

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

3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you 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 live 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 had her dwelling too long 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.