Psalms 120

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me.

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

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit.

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

3 What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit?

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

4 Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

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

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

6 Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth 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.