Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

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