Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

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

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

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

Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

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

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