Isaiah 47
1 “Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of Chaldea! For you will no longer be called tender or delicate.
«I Babilning pak ⱪizi, kelip topa-qangƣa oltur; I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, tǝhtsiz bolup yǝrgǝ oltur! Qünki sǝn «latapǝtlik wǝ nazuk» dǝp ikkinqi atalmaysǝn.
2 Take millstones and grind flour; remove your veil; strip off your skirt, bare your thigh, and wade through the streams.
«Tügmǝn texini qɵrüp, un tart ǝmdi, Qümpǝrdǝngni eqip taxla, Kɵnglikingni seliwǝt, Paqiⱪingni yalingaqla, Dǝryalardin su keqip ɵt;
3 Your nakedness will be uncovered and your shame will be exposed. I will take vengeance; I will spare no one.”
Uyatliⱪing eqilidu; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, nomusungƣa tegilidu; Mǝn intiⱪam alimǝn, Ⱨeqkimni ayap ⱪoymaymǝn.
4 Our Redeemer—the LORD of Hosts is His name— is the Holy One of Israel.
Bizning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqimiz bolsa, «Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar» Uning nami; U Israildiki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqidur.
5 “Sit in silence and go into darkness, O Daughter of Chaldea. For you will no longer be called the queen of kingdoms.
I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, süküt ⱪelip jim oltur, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa kirip kǝt; Qünki buningdin keyin ikkinqi «sǝltǝnǝtlǝrning hanixi» dǝp atalmaysǝn.
6 I was angry with My people; I profaned My heritage, and I placed them under your control. You showed them no mercy; even on the elderly you laid a most heavy yoke.
Mǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪimdin ƣǝzǝplǝndim, Xunga Ɵzümning mirasimni bulƣiwǝttim, Xuning bilǝn ularni ⱪolungƣa tapxurup bǝrdim; Sǝn bolsang ularƣa ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ rǝⱨim kɵrsǝtmiding; Yaxanƣanlarning üstigimu boyunturuⱪlarni intayin eƣir ⱪilip salding;
7 You said, ‘I will be queen forever.’ You did not take these things to heart or consider their outcome.
Xuning bilǝn sǝn: — «Mǝn mǝnggügǝ hanix bolimǝn» dǝp, Muxu ixlarni kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding; Ularning aⱪiwitini ⱨeq oylap baⱪmidingsǝn.
8 So now hear this, O lover of luxury who sits securely, who says to herself, ‘I am, and there is none besides me. I will never be a widow or know the loss of children.’
Əmdi ⱨazir, i ǝndixisiz yaxap kǝlgüqi, Ɵz-ɵzigǝ: «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz tul ayalning japasini yaki balilardin mǝⱨrum boluxning japasini tartmaymǝn» — degüqi, I sǝn ǝyx-ixrǝtkǝ berilgüqisǝn, Xuni anglap ⱪoy: —
9 These two things will overtake you in a moment, in a single day: loss of children, and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of your many sorceries and the potency of your spells.
«Dǝl muxu ikki ix, — Balilardin mǝⱨrum bolux wǝ tulluⱪ — Bir dǝⱪiⱪidǝ, bir kün iqidila bexingƣa tǝng qüxidu; Nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliring tüpǝylidin, Bǝk kɵp ǝpsunliring üqün ular toluⱪ bexingƣa kelidu.
10 You were secure in your wickedness; you said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and knowledge led you astray; you told yourself, ‘I am, and there is none besides me.’
Qünki sǝn ɵzüngning rǝzillikinggǝ tayanƣansǝn, Sǝn «Ⱨeqkim meni kɵrmǝydu» — deding; Sening danaliⱪing wǝ biliming ɵzüngni eziⱪturup, Sǝn kɵnglüngdǝ: — «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa biri yoⱪtur» — deding.
11 But disaster will come upon you; you will not know how to charm it away. A calamity will befall you that you will be unable to ward off. Devastation will happen to you suddenly and unexpectedly.
Biraⱪ balayi’apǝt seni besip kelidu; Sǝn uning kelip qiⱪixini bilmǝysǝn; Ⱨalakǝt bexingƣa qüxidu; Sǝn ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ «ⱨamiy puli» bilǝn uni tosalmaysǝn; Sǝn ⱨeq kütmigǝn wǝyranqiliⱪ tuyuⱪsiz seni besip qüxidu.
12 So take your stand with your spells and with your many sorceries, with which you have wearied yourself from your youth. Perhaps you will succeed; perhaps you will inspire terror!
Əmdi ⱪeni, yaxliⱪingdin tartip ɵzüngni upritip kǝlgǝn ǝpsunliringni, Xundaⱪla nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliringni ⱨazir oⱪup turiwǝr; Kim bilsun, sǝn ulardin payda kɵrüp ⱪalamsǝn? Birǝr nemini tǝwritip ⱪoyalarsǝn ⱨǝrⱪaqan?!
13 You are wearied by your many counselors; let them come forward now and save you— your astrologers who observe the stars, who monthly predict your fate.
Sǝn alƣan mǝsliⱨǝtliring bilǝn ⱨalsizlinip kǝtting; Əmdi asmanlarƣa ⱪarap tǝbir bǝrgüqilǝr, Yultuzlarƣa ⱪarap palqiliⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar, Yengi aylarni kɵzitip munǝjjimlik ⱪilip ixlarni «aldin’ala eytⱪuqilar» ornidin tǝng turup bexingƣa qüxidiƣanlardin seni ⱪutⱪuzsun!
14 Surely they are like stubble; the fire will burn them up. They cannot deliver themselves from the power of the flame. There will be no coals to warm them or fire to sit beside.
Mana, ular pahaldǝk bolup ketidu; Ot ularni kɵydüriwetidu; Ular ɵzlirini yalⱪunning ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzalmaydu; Biraⱪ ularda adǝmni issitⱪudǝk ⱨeq kɵmür, Yaki adǝm issinƣudǝk ⱨeq gülhan yoⱪtur!
15 This is what they are to you— those with whom you have labored and traded from youth— each one strays in his own direction; not one of them can save you.
Seni awarǝ ⱪilƣan, Yaxliⱪingdin tartip sǝndǝ soda ⱪilƣanlar sanga muxundaⱪ paydisiz bolidu; Ⱨǝrbiri ɵz yolini izdǝp ketip ⱪalidu; Seni ⱪutⱪuzƣudǝk ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur.
