Psalms 120

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

«Yuⱪiriƣa qiⱪix nahxisi» Beximƣa kün qüxkǝndǝ mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nida ⱪildim; U manga jawab bǝrdi.

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

I Pǝrwǝrdigar, jenimni yalƣan sɵzlǝydiƣan lǝwlǝrdin, Aldamqi tildin ⱪutuldurƣaysǝn.

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

Sanga nemǝ berilidu, Sanga nemǝ ⱪoxuluxi kerǝk, Əy aldamqi til?

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

— Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

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

Mǝxǝk diyarida musapir bolup yaxiƣinimƣa, Kedar qedirliri arisida turƣinimƣa ⱨalimƣa way!

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

Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

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

Mǝn tinqliⱪpǝrwǝrmǝn; Biraⱪ gǝp ⱪilsam, ular uruximizla, dǝydu.