< Psalms 120 >

1 [A Song of Ascents.] In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.
«Yuqirigha chiqish naxshisi» Béshimgha kün chüshkende men Perwerdigargha nida qildim; U manga jawab berdi.
2 Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.
I Perwerdigar, jénimni yalghan sözleydighan lewlerdin, Aldamchi tildin qutuldurghaysen.
3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?
Sanga néme bérilidu, Sanga néme qoshulushi kérek, Ey aldamchi til?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!
5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar.
Meshek diyarida musapir bolup yashighinimgha, Kédar chédirliri arisida turghinimgha halimgha way!
6 My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates 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.

< Psalms 120 >