Isaiah 23
1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. It is revealed to them from the land of Kittim.
Tur toƣruluⱪ yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy: — — I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki u harab ⱪilindi, Xu yǝrdǝ ɵy yoⱪ, portmu yoⱪ. Seprus arilidin bu hǝwǝr [kemidikilǝr]gǝ ayan ⱪilinidu.
2 Be still, ye inhabitants of the coast, thou whom the merchants of Sidon, who pass over the sea, have replenished.
Zidondiki sodigǝrlǝr dengizdin ɵtüp silǝrni tǝminlǝp kǝldi, i araldikilǝr, Əmdi xük bolunglar!
3 And on great waters the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue, and she was the mart of nations.
Xiⱨordiki bipayan sular üstidin yɵtkigǝn danlar, Yǝni Nil dǝryasining ⱨosuli Turning daramiti bolƣanidi; U ǝllǝrning baziri bolƣanidi!
4 Be thou ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.
I Zidon, hijalǝt bol, Qünki dengiz — yǝni Turƣa ⱪorƣan bolƣan dengiz dǝyduki: — «Mǝndǝ ⱨeq tolƣaⱪ bolmidi, ⱨeq tuƣmidim, Yigitlǝrni yaki ⱪizlarni ⱨeq baⱪmiƣandǝkmǝn!»
5 When the report comes to Egypt, they shall be greatly pained at the report of Tyre.
Muxu hǝwǝr Misirƣa yǝtkǝndǝ, Ularmu bu hǝwǝr huddi turƣa kǝlgǝndǝk ⱪattiⱪ azablinidu.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish. Wail, ye inhabitants of the coast.
— Silǝr dengizdin ɵtüp Tarxixⱪa ketinglar! I dengiz boyidikilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar!
7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?
Silǝrning ⱪǝdim ǝyyamdin bar bolƣan, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa tolƣan xǝⱨiringlar muxumu?! Mana ularning putliri ɵzlirini musapir ⱪilixⱪa yiraⱪlarƣa kɵtürüp baridu!
8 Who has purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are rulers, whose traders are the honored of the earth?
Tajlarni iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolƣan, Sodigǝrliri ǝmirlǝr bolƣan, Dǝllalliri jaⱨanda abruyluⱪlar ⱨesablanƣan turning bu tǝƣdirini kim bekitkǝn?
9 Jehovah of hosts has purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, to bring into contempt all the honorable of the earth.
— Bularni bekitküqi samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari Pǝrwǝrdigardur! Mǝⱪsiti bolsa xan-xɵⱨrǝttin kelip qiⱪⱪan jimi tǝkǝbburluⱪni rǝswa ⱪilix, Jaⱨandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluⱪlarni pǝslǝxtürüxtin ibarǝt!
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any more.
Tarxixning ⱪizi, Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵz zeminingda ǝrkin-azadǝ yayra! Qünki [Turdin] kǝlgǝn tizgin ⱨazir yoⱪ.
11 He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. Jehovah has given commandment concerning Canaan, to destroy the strongholds of it.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪolini dengiz üstigǝ uzitip, Dɵlǝtlǝrni tǝwritidu. U Ⱪanaan toƣruluⱪ ǝmr ⱪilƣan, Uningdiki ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanlarni yoⱪutulsun dǝp pǝrman qüxürgǝn.
12 And he said, Thou shall no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim, even there shall thou have no rest.
Wǝ: — «I basⱪunqiliⱪⱪa uqriƣan Zidon ⱪizi, Sǝn ikkinqi ⱨeq tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilmaysǝn, Ornungdin turup, Seprus ariliƣa ɵtüp kǝtkin, Ⱨǝtta xu yǝrdǝ sǝn ⱨeq aram tapmaysǝn» — dedi.
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans. This people once was not. The Assyrian founded it for those who dwell in the wilderness. They set up their towers. They raised up the palaces of it. Then they made it a ruin.
Ⱪaranglar, Babil-kaldiylǝrning zeminini! Bu yǝrning hǝlⱪi bolup baⱪmiƣandǝk ⱪilidu; Asuriyǝ uni qɵl-bayawan janiwarliri üqün makan ⱪilƣan; Potǝylǝrni yasap, ularning saray-ordilirini wǝyran ⱪilip, harabilikkǝ aylanduruwǝtkǝn.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste.
I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki ⱪorƣininglar harab ⱪilindi.
15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it shall be to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
Wǝ xu küni boliduki, Padixaⱨning künlǝrni ⱨesabliƣinidǝk, Tur yǝtmix yil untulidu. Yǝtmix yil ɵtkǝndin keyin, Turning ǝⱨwali paⱨixǝ ayalning nahxisidǝk bolidu;
16 Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot who has been forgotten. Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou may be remembered.
Qiltarni elip, xǝⱨǝrni aylinip yür, I untulƣan paⱨixǝ ayal! Ɵzünggǝ yǝnǝ hǝⱪning diⱪⱪitini tartay desǝng, Yeⱪimliⱪ bir pǝdǝ qelip, kɵprǝk nahxilarni eyt!
17 And it came to pass after the end of seventy years, that Jehovah examined Tyre, and she has repented of her gift, that she play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
Əmdi xundaⱪ boliduki, Yǝtmix yilning ɵtüxi bilǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar Turni yoⱪlaydu; Xuning bilǝn u yǝnǝ ɵzini ijarigǝ berip, Yǝr yüzidiki ⱨǝmmǝ padixaⱨliⱪlar bilǝn yǝnǝ buzuⱪqiliⱪ ⱪilidu;
18 And her merchandise and her pay shall be holiness to Jehovah. It shall not be treasured nor laid up, for her merchandise shall be for those who dwell before Jehovah, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
Xuning bilǝn uning malliri wǝ ɵzini setip, tapⱪan puli bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa atilip muⱪǝddǝs bolidu; U hǝzinigǝ selinmaydu yaki toplanmaydu, Qünki uning muxu sodisi bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldida turƣanlar üqün ayrim ⱪilinidu; U ularƣa ⱪanƣuqǝ yǝp-iqixkǝ, xundaⱪla ularning esil kiyim-keqǝkliri üqün ixlitilidu.
