Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
«Əmdi [ƣǝllǝ-paraⱪ] ⱪozisini Sela [rayondin] elip, Qɵl-bayawandin ɵtüp zeminlarning ⱨɵkümraniƣa, Yǝni Zion ⱪizining teƣiƣa ǝwǝtkin!»
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Uwisidin quwulup patiparaⱪ bolup kǝtkǝn ⱪuxlardǝk, Moab ⱪizliri Arnon dǝryasining keqikliridǝ [alaⱪzadǝ] yüridu.
3 “Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
«Parasǝt bilǝn ⱨɵküm ⱪilinglar!»
4 Let my fugitives stay with you; be a refuge for Moab from the destroyer.” When the oppressor has gone, destruction has ceased, and the oppressors have vanished from the land,
«[I Zion ⱪizi], sayingizni qüxürüp qüxtiki yoruⱪluⱪni tün ⱪarangƣusidǝk ⱪiling, Xu ƣeriblarni yoxurup ⱪoyƣaysiz; Ⱪoƣlanƣanlarni axkarilap ⱪoymiƣaysiz! Mening Moabdiki musapirlirimni ɵzingiz bilǝn billǝ turƣuzƣaysiz, Ular üqün wǝyran ⱪilƣuqining aldida baxpanaⱨ bolƣaysiz!».
5 in loving devotion a throne will be established in the tent of David. A judge seeking justice and hastening righteousness will sit on it in faithfulness.
«[Ɵtünüxünglar toƣra], qünki ǝzgüqi yoⱪilidu, Ⱨalakǝt yoⱪ bolidu, Əzgüqilǝrning ⱨǝmmisi zemindin yoⱪilidu. Ɵzgǝrmǝs meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt bilǝn bir tǝht tiklinidu; «Dawutning qediri» iqidiki xu tǝht üstidǝ birsi olturidu. U bolsa, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn adalǝt yürgüzidiƣan, xundaⱪla adalǝtni izdǝydiƣan, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni ilgiri süridiƣan bolidu.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
— Biz Moabning ⱨakawurluⱪi toƣrisida angliduⱪ (u intayin ⱨakawur!), Yǝni uning ⱨakawurluⱪi, tǝkǝbburluⱪi, noqiliⱪ ⱪilidiƣanliⱪi toƣrisida angliduⱪ; Biraⱪ uning qong gǝpliri bikar bolidu!
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Xunga Moab Moab üqün zar yiƣlaydu; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi zar-zar yiƣlaydu; Ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝtkǝ qɵmüp Kir-Ⱨarǝsǝtning «kixmix poxkalliri» üqün zar-zar yiƣlanglar!
8 For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choicest vines, which had reached as far as Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots had spread out and passed over the sea.
Ⱨǝxbon rayonidiki etizlar, Sibmaⱨdiki üzüm tallirimu yiglǝp ketidu; Əllǝrning ǝmirliri uning sǝrhil ɵsümlüklirini buzup qǝylǝydu; Ular ǝslidǝ Yaazǝrgiqǝ yetip, qɵl-dalalarni kǝzgǝnidi; Pelǝkliri sozulup, «[Ɵlük] Dengiz»ning nerisiƣa yǝtti.
9 So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Xunga Mǝn Yaazǝrning zar-yiƣisi bilǝn billǝ Sibmaⱨning üzüm teli üqün yiƣlaymǝn; I Ⱨǝxbon, Elealaⱨ, Ɵz kɵz yaxlirim bilǝn silǝrni suƣirimǝn! Qünki yazliⱪ mewiliringgǝ, ⱨosulung üstigǝ tǝntǝnǝ bir sada yangritilidu.
10 Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.
Huxalliⱪ mewilik baƣlardin mǝⱨrum ⱪilinip, Xadliⱪmu yoⱪ ⱪilinidu; Üzümzarliⱪlarda nǝ nahxa awazliri anglanmaydu, Nǝ tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinmaydu; Dǝssigüqilǝr üzüm kɵlqǝklirini qǝylimǝydu. Qünki Mǝn üzüm kɵlqǝkliridiki huxal warⱪiraxlarni tohtattim.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Xunga iq-baƣrilirim Moab üqün qalƣan qiltardǝk aƣrip mungluⱪ yangraydu, Iqim Kir-Ⱨǝrǝsdikilǝr üqünmu xundaⱪ;
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
Xundaⱪ boliduki, Moab ɵzini upritip dua ⱪilƣili ɵzining «yuⱪiri orni»ƣa qiⱪip kǝlgǝndǝ, Yaki dua ⱪilƣili «muⱪǝddǝs ɵyi»gǝ kirgǝndǝ, U muwǝppǝⱪiyǝtkǝ erixǝlmǝydu.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Mana muxu sɵzlǝrni Pǝrwǝrdigar Moab toƣruluⱪ burun eytⱪan.
14 And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts the years, Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, with all her many people. And those who are left will be few and feeble.”
Biraⱪ ⱨazir Pǝrwǝrdigar xundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Üq yil iqidǝ mǝdikar ⱨesabliƣandǝk, Moabning kɵpligǝn ⱪoxun-aⱨalisi bolƣini bilǝn, Uning pǝhirlǝngǝn xɵⱨriti yǝksan bolidu; Ularning ⱪalduⱪliri bolsa intayin az wǝ ⱨalsiz bolidu».
