Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. In my distress I called unto the LORD, and He answered me.

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

2 O LORD, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech, that I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath full long had her dwelling with him that hateth peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

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

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