Isaiah 23
1 This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
Tur toghruluq yüklen’gen wehiy: — — I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki u xarab qilindi, Shu yerde öy yoq, portmu yoq. Séprus arilidin bu xewer [kémidikiler]ge ayan qilinidu.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Zidondiki sodigerler déngizdin ötüp silerni teminlep keldi, i araldikiler, Emdi shük bolunglar!
3 On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
Shihordiki bipayan sular üstidin yötkigen danlar, Yeni Nil deryasining hosuli Turning daramiti bolghanidi; U ellerning baziri bolghanidi!
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
I Zidon, xijalet bol, Chünki déngiz — yeni Turgha qorghan bolghan déngiz deyduki: — «Mende héch tolghaq bolmidi, héch tughmidim, Yigitlerni yaki qizlarni héch baqmighandekmen!»
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Mushu xewer Misirgha yetkende, Ularmu bu xewer xuddi turgha kelgendek qattiq azablinidu.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
— Siler déngizdin ötüp Tarshishqa kétinglar! I déngiz boyidikiler, ah-zar kötürünglar!
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Silerning qedim eyyamdin bar bolghan, Shad-xuramliqqa tolghan shehiringlar mushumu?! Mana ularning putliri özlirini musapir qilishqa yiraqlargha kötürüp baridu!
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Tajlarni iltipat qilghuchi bolghan, Sodigerliri emirler bolghan, Dellalliri jahanda abruyluqlar hésablan’ghan turning bu teghdirini kim békitken?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
— Bularni békitküchi samawi qoshunlarning Serdari Perwerdigardur! Meqsiti bolsa shan-shöhrettin kélip chiqqan jimi tekebburluqni reswa qilish, Jahandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluqlarni pesleshtürüshtin ibaret!
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Tarshishning qizi, Nil deryasidek öz zéminingda erkin-azade yayra! Chünki [Turdin] kelgen tizgin hazir yoq.
11 The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. He has given a command that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed.
Chünki Perwerdigar qolini déngiz üstige uzitip, Döletlerni tewritidu. U Qanaan toghruluq emr qilghan, Uningdiki qel’e-qorghanlarni yoqutulsun dep perman chüshürgen.
12 He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find no rest.”
We: — «I basqunchiliqqa uchrighan Zidon qizi, Sen ikkinchi héch tentene qilmaysen, Ornungdin turup, Séprus ariligha ötüp ketkin, Hetta shu yerde sen héch aram tapmaysen» — dédi.
13 Look at the land of the Chaldeans — a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.
Qaranglar, Babil-kaldiylerning zéminini! Bu yerning xelqi bolup baqmighandek qilidu; Asuriye uni chöl-bayawan janiwarliri üchün makan qilghan; Poteylerni yasap, ularning saray-ordilirini weyran qilip, xarabilikke aylanduruwetken.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki qorghininglar xarab qilindi.
15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
We shu küni boliduki, Padishahning künlerni hésablighinidek, Tur yetmish yil untulidu. Yetmish yil ötkendin kéyin, Turning ehwali pahishe ayalning naxshisidek bolidu;
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
Chiltarni élip, sheherni aylinip yür, I untulghan pahishe ayal! Özüngge yene xeqning diqqitini tartay déseng, Yéqimliq bir pede chélip, köprek naxshilarni éyt!
17 And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
Emdi shundaq boliduki, Yetmish yilning ötüshi bilen, Perwerdigar Turni yoqlaydu; Shuning bilen u yene özini ijarige bérip, Yer yüzidiki hemme padishahliqlar bilen yene buzuqchiliq qilidu;
18 Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.
Shuning bilen uning malliri we özini sétip, tapqan puli bolsa Perwerdigargha atilip muqeddes bolidu; U xezinige sélinmaydu yaki toplanmaydu, Chünki uning mushu sodisi bolsa Perwerdigarning aldida turghanlar üchün ayrim qilinidu; U ulargha qan’ghuche yep-ichishke, shundaqla ularning ésil kiyim-kéchekliri üchün ishlitilidu.
