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 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 silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Zidondiki sodigǝrlǝr dengizdin ɵtüp silǝrni tǝminlǝp kǝldi, i araldikilǝr, Əmdi xük 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.
Xiⱨordiki bipayan sular üstidin yɵtkigǝn danlar, Yǝni Nil dǝryasining ⱨosuli Turning daramiti bolƣanidi; U ǝllǝrning baziri bolƣanidi!
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, 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 reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Muxu hǝwǝr Misirƣa yǝtkǝndǝ, Ularmu bu hǝwǝr huddi turƣa kǝlgǝndǝk ⱪattiⱪ azablinidu.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
— Silǝr dengizdin ɵtüp Tarxixⱪa ketinglar! I dengiz boyidikilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar!
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Silǝrning ⱪǝdim ǝyyamdin bar bolƣan, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa tolƣan xǝⱨiringlar muxumu?! Mana ularning putliri ɵzlirini musapir ⱪilixⱪa yiraⱪlarƣa kɵtürüp baridu!
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Tajlarni iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolƣan, Sodigǝrliri ǝmirlǝr bolƣan, Dǝllalliri jaⱨanda abruyluⱪlar ⱨesablanƣan turning bu tǝƣdirini kim bekitkǝn?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned 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 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Tarxixning ⱪizi, Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵz zeminingda ǝrkin-azadǝ yayra! Qünki [Turdin] kǝlgǝn tizgin ⱨazir yoⱪ.
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.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪolini dengiz üstigǝ uzitip, Dɵlǝtlǝrni tǝwritidu. U Ⱪanaan toƣruluⱪ ǝmr ⱪilƣan, Uningdiki ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanlarni yoⱪutulsun dǝp pǝrman qüxürgǝn.
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.”
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 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.
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 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki ⱪorƣininglar harab ⱪilindi.
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:
Wǝ xu küni boliduki, Padixaⱨning künlǝrni ⱨesabliƣinidǝk, Tur yǝtmix yil untulidu. Yǝtmix yil ɵtkǝndin keyin, Turning ǝⱨwali paⱨixǝ ayalning nahxisidǝk 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.”
Qiltarni elip, xǝⱨǝrni aylinip yür, I untulƣan paⱨixǝ ayal! Ɵzünggǝ yǝnǝ hǝⱪning diⱪⱪitini tartay desǝng, Yeⱪimliⱪ bir pǝdǝ qelip, kɵprǝk nahxilarni eyt!
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.
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 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.
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.
