Psalms 120

1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

2 O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

3 What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

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

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

— Palwan atqan ötkür oqlar, Archa choghliri sanga tegsun!

5 Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

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

6 Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

Men tinchliqqa öchler arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimen;

7 I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!

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