< Isaiah 25 >

1 O LORD, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.
Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn mening Hudayim; Mǝn Seni üstün dǝp mǝdⱨiyilǝymǝn, Mǝn Sening namingni mubarǝklǝymǝn, Qünki Sǝn karamǝt ixlarni, Sadiⱪliⱪ wǝ ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt iqidǝ ⱪǝdimdin buyan ⱪǝlbinggǝ pükkǝnliringni bǝja kǝltürgǝnsǝn.
2 Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
Qünki Sǝn xǝⱨǝrni harabilik, Ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanliⱪ yurtni harab, Yatlarning ordisini xǝⱨǝr bolalmas ⱪilƣansǝn, U ikkinqi ⱨǝrgiz ⱪurulmaydu.
3 Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.
Xunga ⱨeliⱪi küqlük hǝlⱪ Seni uluƣlaydu, Əxǝddiy ǝllǝrning ⱨeliⱪi xǝⱨiri Sǝndin ⱪorⱪidu;
4 For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,
Qünki Sǝn miskinlǝrgǝ ⱪorƣan, Yoⱪsullarning dǝrdi-ⱨajitigǝ ⱪorƣan, Boranƣa dalda, Issiⱪⱪa sayǝ bolƣansǝn; Qünki ǝxǝddiylǝrning zǝrbǝ dolⱪuni tamƣa urulƣan borandǝk, Ⱪaƣjiraⱪ yǝrni basⱪan issiⱪ ⱨawadǝk boldi. Biraⱪ issiⱪ ⱨawa bulut sayisi bilǝn tosulƣandǝk, Sǝn yatlarning quⱪan-sürǝnlirini pǝsǝytisǝn; Əxǝddiylǝrning ƣǝlibǝ nahxisi pǝs ⱪilinidu.
5 like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.
6 On this mountain the LORD of Hosts will prepare a banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.
Wǝ muxu taƣda samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar barliⱪ ⱪowmlar üqün ziyapǝt ⱪilidu — Mayliⱪ yemǝkliklǝr, Süzdürülgǝn kona xarablar, Yiliki toⱪ mayliⱪ yemǝkliklǝr, Süzdürülgǝn, yahxi saⱪlanƣan kona xarablardin bolƣan ziyapǝt bolidu;
7 On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;
Wǝ U muxu taƣda ⱨǝmmǝ ⱪowmlarni yapidiƣan qümpǝrdini, Barliⱪ ǝllǝrni yapidiƣan yapⱪuqni yoⱪitidu;
8 He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth.
U ɵlümni mǝnggügǝ yutup yoⱪitidu! Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱨǝrbir yüzdiki yaxlarni sürtiwetidu; Pütkül yǝr-zemin aldida Ɵz hǝlⱪining xǝrmǝndilikini elip taxlaydu; Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar xundaⱪ eytⱪan.
9 And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
Wǝ xu künidǝ deyiliduki: — «Mana, Hudayimiz muxu, biz Uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝlgǝn, U bizni ⱪutⱪuzidu; Mana, muxu Pǝrwǝrdigardur, biz Uningƣa tǝlmürüp kǝlgǝn, Biz xadlinip Uning nijat-ⱪutulduruxidin hursǝn bolimiz».
10 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.
Qünki muxu taƣⱪa Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪoli ⱪonup turidu; Wǝ saman azgalda tezǝk bilǝn qǝylǝngǝndǝk, Moab Uning putliri astida qǝylinidu;
11 He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.
[Moab] axu [tezǝklik] azgaldin üzüp qiⱪix üqün ⱪolini keridu, Biraⱪ uning ⱪoli qewǝr bolƣini bilǝn, [Rǝb] uning tǝkǝbburluⱪini pǝs ⱪilidu.
12 The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.
U sepilliringning egiz mudapiǝlik ⱪorƣanlirini ƣulitip, Yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪilip, Topa-qangƣa aylanduridu.

< Isaiah 25 >