Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

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

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

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

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

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