Isaiah 57
1 The righteous man perishes, and no man lays it to heart. And merciful men are taken away; none considering that the righteous man is taken away from the evil.
Heqqaniy adem alemdin ötidu, Héchkim buninggha köngül bölmeydu; Méhriban ademler yighip élip kétilidu, Biraq héchkim oylap chüshinelmeyduki, Heqqaniy ademler yaman künlerni körmisun dep yighip élip kétilidu.
2 He enters into peace. They rest in their beds, each one who walks in his uprightness.
U bolsa aram-xatirjemlik ichige kiridu; Yeni özlirining durus yolida mangghan herbir kishi, Öz ornida yétip aram alidu.
3 But draw near here, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.
Biraq senler, i jaduger ayalning baliliri, Zinaxor bilen pahishe ayalning nesli; Buyaqqa yéqin kélinglar;
4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves, against whom ye make a wide mouth, and put out the tongue? Are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,
Siler kimni mazaq qiliwatisiler? Yaki kimge qarshi aghzinglarni kalchaytip, Tilinglarni uzun chiqirisiler? Siler bolsanglar asiyliqtin törelgen balilar, Aldamchiliqning nesli emesmusiler?
5 ye who inflame yourselves among the oaks, under every green tree, who kill the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?
Herbir chong derex astida, Herbir yéshil derex astida shehwaniyliq bilen köyüp ketküchi, Kichik balilarni jilghilargha hem xada tashlarning yériqlirigha élip soyghuchisiler!
6 Among the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion. They, they are thy lot, even to them thou have poured a drink offering; thou have offered an oblation. Shall I be appeased for these things?
Ériqtiki siliqlan’ghan tashlar arisida séning nésiweng bardur; Shular, shularla séning teqsimatingdur; Shundaq, sen ulargha atap «sharab hediyesi»ni quyup, Ulargha «ashliq hediye»nimu sunup berdingghu; Emdi mushulargha razi bolup Özümni bésiwalsam bolamti?
7 Upon a high and lofty mountain thou have set thy bed. Thou also went up there to offer sacrifice.
Sen yuqiri, égiz bir tagh üstide orun-körpe sélip qoydung, Sen ashu yerdimu qurbanliqlarni qilishqa chiqting.
8 And behind the doors and the posts thou have set up thy memorial. For thou have uncovered thyself to another than me, and have gone up. Thou have enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them. Thou loved their bed where thou saw it.
Ishiklerning keynige we keyni késheklirige «esletmiliring»ni békitip qoydung, Chünki sen Mendin ayrilding, Sen yalingachlinip ornunggha chiqting; Orun-körpengni kéngeytip [xéridarliring] bilen özüng üchün ehdileshting; Ularning orun-körpisige könglüng chüshti, Sen ularda küch-hoquqni körüp qalding.
9 And thou went to the king with oil, and increased thy perfumes, and sent thine ambassadors far off, and debased thyself even to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
Sen zeytun méyi hediyisini élip, Etirliringni üstibéshingge bolushigha chéchip, Padishahning aldigha barding; Elchiliringni yiraqqa ewetip, Hetta tehtisaragha yetküche özüngni pes qilding. (Sheol h7585)
10 Thou were wearied with the length of thy way, yet thou did not say, It is in vain. Thou found a quickening of thy strength, therefore thou were not faint.
Sen bésip mangghan barliq yolliringda charchighining bilen, Yene: «Poq yeptimen, boldi bes!» dep qoymiding téxi, Ézip yürüshke yenila küchüngni yighding, Héch jaq toymiding.
11 And of whom have thou been afraid and in fear, that thou lie, and have not remembered me, nor laid it to thy heart? Have I not held my peace even of long time, and thou do not fear me?
Sen zadi kimdin yürekzade bolup, qorqup yürisen, Yalghan gep qilip, Méni ésingge héch keltürmey, Könglüngdin héch ötküzmiding. Men uzun’ghiche sükütte turup keldim emesmu? Sen yenila Mendin héch qorqup baqmiding!
12 I will declare thy righteousness. And as for thy works, they shall not profit thee.
Séning «heqqaniyliqing»ni hem «töhpiliring»ni bayan qilimen: — Ularning sanga héch paydisi yoqtur!
13 When thou cry, let those whom thou have gathered deliver thee. But the wind shall take them; a breath shall carry them all away. But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain.
Chirqirighanliringda sen yighip toplighan [butlar] kélip séni qutquzsun! Biraq shamal püw qilip ularning hemmisini uchurup kétidu, Bir nepesla ularni élip kétidu; Biraq Manga tayan’ghuchi zémin’gha mirasliq qilidu, Méning muqeddes téghimgha igidarchiliq qilidu.
14 And he will say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way. Take up the stumbling-block out of the way of my people.
[Shu chaghda]: — «Yolni kötürünglar, kötürünglar, uni teyyarlanglar, Xelqimning yolini boshitip barliq putlikashanglarni élip tashlanglar» déyilidu.
15 For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
Chünki nami «Muqeddes» Bolghuchi, Yuqiri hem Aliy Bolghuchi, Ebedil’ebedgiche hayat Bolghuchi mundaq deydu: — «Men yuqiri hemde muqeddes jayda, Hem shundaqla rohi sunuq hem kichik péil adem bilen bille turimenki, Kichik péil ademning rohini yéngilaymen, Dili sunuqning könglini yéngilaymen.
16 For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry, for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls that I have made.
Chünki Men hergiz menggüge erz qilip eyiblimeymen, Hem ebedil’ebedgiche ghezeplenmeymen; Shundaq qilsam insanning rohi Méning aldimda susliship yoqaydu, Özüm yaratqan nepes igiliri tügishidu.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry, and smote him. I hid my face and was angry, and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
Uning öz nepsaniyetlik qebihlikide Men uningdin ghezeplinip, uni urghanmen; Men uningdin yoshurun turup, uninggha ghezeplen’genlikim bilen, U yenila arqisigha chékin’giniche öz yolini méngiwerdi;
18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him. I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him and to his mourners.
Men uning yollirini körüp yetken teqdirdimu, Men uni saqaytimen; Men uni yétekleymen, Men lewlerning méwisini yaritimen, Uninggha we uningdiki hesret chekküchilerge yene teselli bérimen; Yiraq turuwatqan’gha, yéqin turuwatqan’ghimu mutleq aram-xatirjemlik bolsun! We Men uni saqaytimen!
19 I create the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace, to him who is far off and to him who is near, says Jehovah, and I will heal him.
20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Biraq reziller bolsa tinchilinishni héch bilmeydighan, Dolqunliri lay-latqilarni urghutuwatqan, Dawalghuwatqan déngizdektur.
21 There is no peace, says my God, to the wicked.
Rezillerge, — deydu Xudayim — héch aram-xatirjemlik bolmas.
