Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

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

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

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

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

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

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

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

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

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