Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

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

2 O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

— Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

5 Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

6 Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

7 I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

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