Zǝbur 120

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

A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

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

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

4 — Palwan atⱪan ɵtkür oⱪlar, Arqa qoƣliri sanga tǝgsun!

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

6 Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.