A Song of degrees.
1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
120–SANO
Ziyorat qoʻshigʻi.
1 Togʻlarga tikaman koʻzlarimni,
Qayerdan kelar menga madad?
2 Yeru osmonni yaratgan
Egamdan kelar menga madad.
3 Qoqilishingga U yoʻl qoʻymas,
U posboningdir, aslo mudramas.
4 Ha, Isroilning posbonidir U,
Mudramaydi, uxlamaydi U.
5 Egamizdir sening posboning,
Egamizdir yoningdagi soyang sening.
6 Kunduzi oftob seni urmas,
Kechasi oy senga zarar yetkazmas.
7 Egamiz seni har qanday xatardan asraydi,
Joningni Egamiz omon saqlaydi.
8 Hozir va to abad qayerga borsang ham,
Egamiz doim senga posbonlik qiladi.
