Psalms 120

1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

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

2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

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

4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

— Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants 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 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

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