Proverbs 7
1 My son, keep my words. Lay up my commandments within you.
I oƣlum, sɵzlirimgǝ ǝmǝl ⱪil, Tapxuruⱪlirimni yürikingdǝ saⱪla.
2 Keep my commandments and live! Guard my teaching as the apple of your eye.
Tapxuruⱪlirimƣa ǝmǝl ⱪilsang, yaxnaysǝn; Tǝlimlirimni kɵz ⱪariquⱪungni asriƣandǝk asra.
3 Bind them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Ularni barmaⱪliringƣa tengip ⱪoy, Ⱪǝlb tahtangƣa yeziwal.
4 Tell wisdom, “You are my sister.” Call understanding your relative,
Danaliⱪni, sǝn ⱨǝdǝ-singlim, degin, Pǝm-parasǝtni «tuƣⱪinim» dǝp qaⱪir.
5 that they may keep you from the strange woman, from the foreigner who flatters with her words.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilsang, ular seni yat hotundin yiraⱪlaxturidu, Aƣzidin siliⱪ sɵz qiⱪidiƣan yoqun ayaldin neri ⱪilidu.
6 For at the window of my house, I looked out through my lattice.
[Bir ⱪetim] ɵyning derizǝ kɵznǝkliridin taxⱪiriƣa ⱪariƣinimda,
7 I saw among the simple ones. I discerned among the youths a young man void of understanding,
Birnǝqqǝ yax, sadda yigitlǝrni kɵrdüm, Ularning iqidin bir ǝⱪilsizni kɵrüp ⱪaldim,
8 passing through the street near her corner, he went the way to her house,
U koqa boylap buzuⱪ [hotun turuxluⱪ] doⱪmuxtin ɵtüp, Andin uning ɵyi tǝrǝpkǝ ⱪarap mangdi.
9 in the twilight, in the evening of the day, in the middle of the night and in the darkness.
Kǝqⱪurun ⱪarangƣu qüxkǝndǝ, Zulmǝt keqǝ, ay ⱪarangƣusida [ixiki aldidin ɵtti].
10 Behold, there a woman met him with the attire of a prostitute, and with crafty intent.
Mana, ɵydin bir hotun qiⱪip uni kütüwaldi; Kiyimi paⱨixǝ ayallarningkidǝk bolup, Niyiti ⱨiylǝ-mikir idi.
11 She is loud and defiant. Her feet do not stay in her house.
Aƣzi bixǝm-ⱨayasiz, naⱨayiti jaⱨil bir hotun, U ɵyidǝ turmaydu,
12 Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, and lurking at every corner.
Birdǝ mǝⱨǝllidǝ, birdǝ mǝydanlarda, U koqilardiki ⱨǝr doⱪmuxta paylap yüridu.
13 So she caught him, and kissed him. With an impudent face she said to him:
Ⱨeliⱪi yax yigitni tartip, uni sɵyüp, Nomussizlarqǝ uningƣa: —
14 “Sacrifices of peace offerings are with me. Today I have paid my vows.
«Ɵyümdǝ «inaⱪliⱪ ⱪurbanliⱪi» gɵxi bar, Mǝn bügün Hudaƣa ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilƣan ⱪurbanliⱪni ⱪildim,
15 Therefore I came out to meet you, to diligently seek your face, and I have found you.
Xunga mǝn sizni qaⱪirƣili qiⱪtim, Didaringizƣa tǝlpünüp izdidim. Əmdi sizni tepiwaldim!
16 I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, with striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt.
Karwitimƣa Misirning kǝxtilik, yolluⱪ libas yapⱪuqlirini yaptim.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Orun-kɵrpilirimgǝ hux puraⱪ murmǝkki, muǝttǝr wǝ ⱪowzaⱪ darqinlarni qaqtim.
18 Come, let’s take our fill of loving until the morning. Let’s solace ourselves with loving.
Keling, tang atⱪuqǝ muⱨǝbbǝtlixǝyli, oynap ⱨuzurlinayli, Kɵnglimiz ⱪanƣuqǝ ɵzara ǝyx-ixrǝt ⱪilayli,
19 For my husband is not at home. He has gone on a long journey.
Erim ɵydǝ yoⱪ, yiraⱪ sǝpǝrgǝ qiⱪip kǝtti.
20 He has taken a bag of money with him. He will come home at the full moon.”
U bir ⱨǝmyan pul elip kǝtti, Ay tolƣuqǝ u ɵygǝ kǝlmǝydu» — dedi.
21 With persuasive words, she led him astray. With the flattering of her lips, she seduced him.
Ayal kɵp xerin sɵzliri bilǝn rasa ⱪiziⱪturdi, Qirayliⱪ gǝpliri bilǝn uni ǝsir ⱪiliwaldi.
22 He followed her immediately, as an ox goes to the slaughter, as a fool stepping into a noose.
Soyuxⱪa elip mangƣan ɵküzdǝk, Ⱨamaⱪǝt kixi kixǝn bilǝn jazaƣa mangƣandǝk, Ⱪiltaⱪⱪa qüxkǝn ⱪuxtǝk, Yigit uning kǝynidin mangdi. Jigirini oⱪ texip ɵtmiguqǝ, U bu ixning ⱨayatiƣa zamin bolidiƣanliⱪini ⱨeq bilmǝydu.
23 Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and does not know that it will cost his life.
24 Now therefore, sons, listen to me. Pay attention to the words of my mouth.
I oƣullirim, sɵzlirimni kɵngül ⱪoyup anglanglar, Degǝnlirimgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar,
25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways. Do not go astray in her paths,
Ⱪǝlbinglarni bundaⱪ hotunning yoliƣa kǝtküzmǝnglar, Uning aldam haltisiƣa qüxüp kǝtmǝnglar.
26 for she has thrown down many wounded. Yes, all her slain are a mighty army.
Bundaⱪ ayal nurƣun kixilǝrni yiⱪitip yarilandurƣan, Uning boƣuzliƣan adǝmliri tolimu kɵptur,
