Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

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

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

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

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

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

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

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