Zǝbur 120

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

The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

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

Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

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

What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

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

Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

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

Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

6 Mǝn tinqliⱪⱪa ɵqlǝr arisida uzundin buyan turuwatimǝn;

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

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

whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.