Nahum 3
1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
Qanliq sheherge way! U yalghanchiliq, zulum-zorawanliq bilen tolghan, U olja élishtin héch qol üzgen emes!
2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Ah, qamchining qarsildashliri! Chaqlirining daqangshiwatqan, Atlarning chapchiwatqan, Pingildap kétiwatqan jeng harwilirining sadaliri!
3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over their dead—
Qara, atliq leshkerlerning qangqishliri, Qilichlarning walildashliri, Neyzilerning palildashliri, Öltürülgenlerning köplüki, Ölükler döwe-döwe! Jesetlerning sani yoqtur; Ular jesetlerge putlishidu.
4 because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
— Séhirlerning piri u, — Ellerni pahishiwazliqi, Jemetlerni séhirliri bilen sétiwétidu; Sen shérinsuxen pahishining nurghun pahishilikliri tüpeylidin,
5 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
Mana, Men sanga qarshiliship chiqqanmen, — — deydu samawiy qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar, Könglikingning étikini qayrip yüzüngge yépip, séni ashkarilaymen, Ellerge uyat yerliringni, Padishahliqlargha nomusungni körsitimen.
6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
Üstüngge nijasetni tashlaymen, Séni shermendichilikte qaldurimen, Séni reswa qilimen.
7 Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?’ Where can I find comforters for you?”
We shundaq boliduki, Séni körgenlerning hemmisi sendin qéchip: — «Ninewe weyran qilindi! Uning üchün kim haza tutidu?» — deydu; Men sanga teselli bergüchilerni nedin tépip bérimen?
8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
Sen deryalarning otturisida turghan, Etrapida sular bolghan, Istihkami déngiz bolghan, Sépili déngiz bolghan No-Amon shehiridin ewzelmusen?
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
Éfiopiyemu, Misirmu uning küch-qudriti idi, Ularning küchi cheksiz idi; Put hem Liwiyelikler uninggha yardemchi idi;
10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
Umu élip kétilip, esirlikke chüshken; Barliq kocha béshida bowaqliri chörüp tashliwétildi; Ular uning mötiwerliri üchün chek tashlidi, Uning barliq erbabliri zenjirde baghlan’ghanidi.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
Senmu mest bolisen; Sen mökünüwalisen; Sen düshmendin himaye izdep yürisen;
12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
Séning barliq istihkamliring xuddi tunji méwige kirgen enjür derixining enjürlirige oxshaydu; Birla silkise, ular yégüchining aghzigha chüshidu.
13 Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
Mana, xelqing shehiringde qiz-ayallardek bolup qaldi; Zéminingning qowuqliri düshmenliringge keng ichilidu; Ot tömür taqaqliringni yep kétidu.
14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
Emdi muhasirige teyyarliq qilip su tartip qoy! Qorghanliringni mustehkemle! Séghiz topidin lay étip, Hak layni cheylep qoy! Xumdanni raslap qoy!
15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
Ot séni shu yerde yep kétidu; Qilich séni üzüp tashlaydu; U séni chéketke lichinkisidek yewatidu; Emdi özüngni chéketke lichinkiliridek köp qil, Chéketkidek özüngni zor köp qil!
16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Sen sodigerliringni asmandiki yultuzlardin köp qilding; Mana, chéketke lichinkisi qanat chiqirip, uchup kétidu!
17 Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
Séning erbabliring chéketkilerdek, Serdarliring mijir-mijir chaqchiqizlardek bolidu; Mana ular soghuq künide chitlar ichige kiriwélip makan qilidu; Quyash chiqqanda, ular qéchip kétidu, Barghan yérini tapqili bolmaydu.
18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Chopanliring mügdep qaldi, i Asuriyening padishahi; Séning aqsöngekliring jim yatidu; Xelqing taghlar üstige tarqilip ketti, Héchkim ularni yighmaydu;
19 There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
Séning yarang dawasiz, Séning zexming éghirdur; Xewiringni anglighanlarning hemmisi üstüngdin chawak chalidu; Chünki toxtawsiz rezilliking kimning béshigha kelmigendu?
