Jonah 4
1 Jonah, however, was greatly displeased, and he became angry.
Yunusus man diykın, qəlın qoxa eyxhe.
2 So he prayed to the LORD, saying, “O LORD, is this not what I said while I was still in my own country? This is why I was so quick to flee toward Tarshish. I knew that You are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger, abounding in loving devotion—One who relents from sending disaster.
Mang'vee Rəbbis inəxübna düə haa'a: – Ya Rəbb, zı hamanva nya'a xaanang'acar dişdiy uvhu? Mançil-allar zı Tarşişeeqaniy hixu. Zak'le ats'anniy Yiğna yugvalla avayk'an deş, Ğu rəhı'mnana, xədın sabırnana, ablyaa'asva uvhuna ver, ablyaa'as devkanna Allah vor.
3 And now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
Rəbb, hucoone ixhes, həşdiyle yizın can alişşe, zas ı'mı'r haa'as vukkan deş, qik'as ıkkan.
4 But the LORD replied, “Have you any right to be angry?”
Rəbbee mang'uk'le eyhen: – Deşxhee, vas mançike geebne qəl vuxha?
5 Then Jonah left the city and sat down east of it, where he made himself a shelter and sat in its shade to see what would happen to the city.
Yunus qığeç'u şaharne şargne sural giy'ar. Ma'ad mang'vee cusun verığ qıdyoot'asın xhinnen cigad ali'ı, şaharık hucooyiy ixhesva ilyakka giy'arna.
6 So the LORD God appointed a vine, and it grew up to provide shade over Jonah’s head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was greatly pleased with the plant.
Rəbb Allahee, Yunusus yugda ixhecenva, maa'ad əq gyaahasın sa ala aleylya'a. Yunus man ala g'acu geer şadexhena.
7 When dawn came the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the plant so that it withered.
Qinne yiğıl miç'eeqana mane alalqa Allahee mı'q g'ıxoolee. Mane mı'qən ala adğançe otxhunmee, ala qeqqvan.
8 As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint and wished to die, saying, “It is better for me to die than to live.”
Verığ ılqevç'umee, Allahee maqa kar qeqqva'ana g'ümana mıts g'ıxoole. Verığın mang'una vuk'ul gyooxhanav'u, mana sa curay qa'a girğılymee, mang'vee cus qik'uy heqqa: – Zas ı'mı'r haa'as vukkan deş, qik'as ıkkan!
9 Then God asked Jonah, “Have you any right to be angry about the plant?” “I do,” he replied. “I am angry enough to die!”
Allahemee Yunusuk'le eyhen: – Deşxhee, vas alayl-alla geebne qəl vuxha? Yunusee eyhen: – Ho'o! Zas qik'asda xhinnena qəl vuxha!
10 But the LORD said, “You cared about the plant, which you neither tended nor made grow. It sprang up in a night and perished in a night.
Rəbbee mang'uk'le eyhen: – Ğu idezuyn, ğu ilydyakkıyn sa xəmne əəre alyadı-qeqquyn ala vas qiykkan!
11 So should I not care about the great city of Nineveh, which has more than 120,000 people who cannot tell their right hand from their left, and many cattle as well?”
Nəxübne Zas qidivkvanas manimee xəbna Nineva eyhena şahar, maadın vəşşe g'alle aazır sağıy sol dyats'an milletiy manimeen çavra-vəq'ə?
