Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
Moab toƣrisida yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Ar xǝⱨiri wǝyran ⱪilinidu; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Kir xǝⱨiri yoⱪ ⱪilinidu;
2 They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba. On all their heads is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
Yiƣa-zarlar kɵtürüx üqün, Mana u buthanisiƣa, Dibonƣa, xundaⱪla [barliⱪ] egizliklirigǝ qiⱪti; Moab Nebo wǝ Mǝdǝba xǝⱨǝrliri üqün pǝryad kɵtüridu; Ⱨǝmmǝ baxlar taⱪir kɵrünidu, Jimiki saⱪallar kesilip qüxürüldi.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth. On their housetops, and in their broad places, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Koqilarda ular bɵz kiyidu; Ɵgziliridǝ, mǝydanlirida, ⱨǝrbir adǝm kɵz yaxlirini yaƣdurup pǝryad kɵtüridu.
4 And Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. His soul trembles within him.
Ⱨǝxbonƣa, Elealaⱨ xǝⱨǝrlirigǝ yiƣa olixidu, Awazliri Yaⱨaz xǝⱨirigimu yetip baridu. Xunga Moabning ǝskǝrlirimu nida ⱪilidu; Uning wujud-baƣrini titrǝk basidu.
5 My heart cries out for Moab. Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah. For they go up with weeping by the ascent of Luhith. For they raise up a cry of destruction in the way of Horonaim.
Mening ⱪǝlbimmu Moab üqün yiƣa-zar kɵtüridu; Ularning ⱪaqⱪunliri Zoarƣa ⱨǝm Əglat-Xeli-Xijaƣa bǝdǝr ⱪaqidu; Mana ular toplixip, yiƣliƣan peti Luⱨitⱪa qiⱪidiƣan dawan yoli bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa mangidu, Ⱨoronaimƣa qüxidiƣan yolda turup ⱨalakǝttin nalǝ-zar kɵtüridu.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.
Qünki Nimrimdiki sular ⱪurup ketidu, Ot-qɵplǝr solixip, Gül-giyaⱨ tügǝp ketidu; Ⱨeq yap-yexilliⱪ ⱪalmaydu.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, they shall carry away over the brook of the willows.
Xunga ular bayliⱪliri, tapⱪan-tǝrginini yiƣip «Tǝrǝk wadisi»din ɵtmǝkqi bolidu;
8 For the cry has gone round about the borders of Moab, the wailing of it to Eglaim, and the wailing of it to Beer-elim.
Ularning kɵtürgǝn yiƣisi Moabning qegrasiƣa, Aⱨu-zarliri ǝglaimƣa, Piƣanliri Bǝǝr-elimƣa yetidu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood. For I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon those of Moab who escape, and upon the remnant of the land.
Dimonning suliri ⱪanƣa tolup ketidu, Qünki Dimonning üstigǝ tehimu kɵp balayi’apǝtni toplaymǝn; Qünki Moabning ⱪaqⱪunliri ⱨǝm zeminida ⱪalƣanliriningmu üstigǝ bir xirni ǝwǝtimǝn.
