Psalms 120

1 A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

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

4 Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled amongst the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I was peaceful amongst them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

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