Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered 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 a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

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

6 Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

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