Proverbs 30
1 These are the words of Agur son of Jakeh—the burden that this man declared to Ithiel: “I am weary, O God, and worn out.
Tɵwǝndikilǝr Yakǝⱨning oƣli Agurƣa wǝⱨiy bilǝn kǝlgǝn sɵzlǝrdur: Bu adǝm Itiyǝlgǝ, yǝni Itiyǝl bilǝn Ukalƣa mundaⱪ sɵzlǝrni degǝn: —
2 Surely I am the most ignorant of men, and I lack the understanding of a man.
Mǝn dǝrwǝⱪǝ insanlar arisidiki ǝng nadini, ⱨaywanƣa ohxaxturmǝn; Mǝndǝ insan ǝⱪli yoⱪ.
3 I have not learned wisdom, and I have no knowledge of the Holy One.
Danaliⱪni ⱨeq ɵgǝnmidim; Əng Pak-Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqi ⱨǝⱪⱪidimu sawatim yoⱪtur.
4 Who has ascended to heaven and come down? Who has gathered the wind in His hands? Who has bound up the waters in His cloak? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name, and what is the name of His Son— surely you know!
Kim ǝrxkǝ kɵtürülgǝn, yaki ǝrxtin qüxkǝn? Kim xamalni ⱪollirida tutⱪan? Kim sularni Ɵz toniƣa yɵgǝp ⱪoyƣan? Kim yǝr-zeminning qegralirini bǝlgiligǝn? Uning ismi nemǝ? Uning Oƣlining ismi nemǝ? Bilǝmsǝn-yoⱪ?
5 Every word of God is flawless; He is a shield to those who take refuge in Him.
Tǝngrining ⱨǝrbir sɵzi sinilip ispatlinip kǝlgǝndur; U Ɵzigǝ tayanƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisini ⱪoƣdaydiƣan ⱪalⱪandur.
6 Do not add to His words, lest He rebuke you and prove you a liar.
Uning sɵzlirigǝ ⱨeq nǝrsǝ ⱪoxma; Undaⱪ ⱪilsang, U seni ǝyiblǝydu, Sening yalƣanqiliⱪing axkarilinidu.
7 Two things I ask of You— do not refuse me before I die:
I [Hudayim], Sǝndin ikki nǝrsini tilǝymǝn; Mǝn ɵlgüqǝ bularni mǝndin ayimiƣaysǝn: —
8 Keep falsehood and deceitful words far from me. Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the bread that is my portion.
Sahtiliⱪ wǝ yalƣanqiliⱪni mǝndin yiraⱪ ⱪilƣaysǝn; Meni gadaymu ⱪilmay, baymu ⱪilmay, bǝlki eⱨtiyajimƣa layiⱪla riziⱪ bǝrgǝysǝn.
9 Otherwise, I may have too much and deny You, saying, ‘Who is the LORD?’ Or I may become poor and steal, profaning the name of my God.
Qünki ziyadǝ toyup kǝtsǝm, Sǝndin yenip: «Pǝrwǝrdigar degǝn kim?» — dǝp ⱪelixim mumkin. Yaki gaday bolup ⱪalsam, oƣriliⱪ ⱪilip, Sǝn Hudayimning namiƣa daƣ kǝltürüxim mumkin.
10 Do not slander a servant to his master, or he will curse you, and you will bear the guilt.
Hojayinining aldida uning ⱪuli üstidin xikayǝt ⱪilma, Bolmisa u seni ⱪarƣap lǝnǝt ⱪilidu, ǝyibkar bolisǝn.
11 There is a generation of those who curse their fathers and do not bless their mothers.
Ɵz atisini ⱪarƣaydiƣan, Ɵz anisiƣa bǝht tilimǝydiƣan bir dǝwr bar,
12 There is a generation of those who are pure in their own eyes and yet unwashed of their filth.
Ɵzini pak qaƣlaydiƣan, ǝmǝliyǝttǝ mǝynǝtqilikidin ⱨeq yuyulmiƣan bir dǝwr bar,
13 There is a generation—how haughty are their eyes and pretentious are their glances—
Bir dǝwr bar — aⱨ, kibirlikidin nǝziri nemidegǝn üstün, Ⱨakawurluⱪidin ⱨali nemidegǝn qong!
14 there is a generation whose teeth are swords and whose jaws are knives, devouring the oppressed from the earth and the needy from among men.
Uning ajizlar wǝ yoⱪsullarni yalmap yutuwetidiƣan qixliri ⱪiliqtǝk, Eziⱪ qixliri piqaⱪtǝk bolƣan bir dǝwr bar!
15 The leech has two daughters: Give and Give. There are three things that are never satisfied, four that never say, ‘Enough!’:
Zülükning ikki ⱪizi bar, ular ⱨǝrdaim: «Bǝrgin, bǝrgin» dǝp towlixar. Ⱨǝrgiz toyunmaydiƣan üq nǝrsǝ bar, ⱨǝrgiz ⱪanaǝtlǝnmǝydiƣan tɵt nǝrsǝ bar, ular bolsimu: —
16 Sheol, the barren womb, land never satisfied with water, and fire that never says, ‘Enough!’ (Sheol h7585)
Gɵr, tuƣmas hotunning ⱪarni, Suƣa toyunmiƣan ⱪurƣaⱪ Yǝr. Wǝ ⱨǝrgiz «boldi, toydum» demǝydiƣan ottin ibarǝt. (Sheol h7585)
17 As for the eye that mocks a father and scorns obedience to a mother, may the ravens of the valley pluck it out and young vultures devour it.
Atisini mǝshirǝ ⱪilidiƣan, Anisini kǝmsitidiƣan kɵzni bolsa, Ⱪaƣa-ⱪuzƣunlar qoⱪular, Bürkütning balilirimu uni yǝr.
18 There are three things too wonderful for me, four that I cannot understand:
Mǝn üqün intayin tilsimat üq nǝrsǝ bar; Xundaⱪ, mǝn qüxinǝlmǝydiƣan tɵt ix bar: —
19 the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship at sea, and the way of a man with a maiden.
Bürkütning asmandiki uqux yoli, Yilanning taxta beƣirlap mangidiƣan yoli, Kemining dengizdiki yoli wǝ yigitning ⱪizƣa axiⱪ boluxtiki yolidur.
20 This is the way of an adulteress: She eats and wipes her mouth and says, ‘I have done nothing wrong.’
Zinahor hotunning yolimu xundaⱪtur; U bir nemini yǝp bolup aƣzini sürtiwǝtkǝn kixidǝk: «Mǝn ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yamanliⱪni ⱪilmidim!» — dǝydu.
21 Under three things the earth trembles, under four it cannot bear up:
Yǝr-zemin üq nǝrsǝ astida biaram bolar; U kɵtürǝlmǝydiƣan tɵt ix bar: —
22 a servant who becomes king, a fool who is filled with food,
Padixaⱨ bolƣan ⱪul, Tamaⱪⱪa toyƣan ⱨamaⱪǝt,
23 an unloved woman who marries, and a maidservant who supplants her mistress.
Nǝprǝtkǝ patⱪan, ǝrgǝ tǝgkǝn hotun, Ɵz hanimining ornini basⱪan dedǝk.
24 Four things on earth are small, yet they are exceedingly wise:
Yǝr yüzidǝ teni kiqik, lekin intayin ǝⱪilliⱪ tɵt hil janiwar bar: —
25 The ants are creatures of little strength, yet they store up their food in the summer;
Qɵmülilǝr küqlük hǝlⱪ bolmisimu, biraⱪ yazda ozuⱪ tǝyyarliwelixni bilidu;
26 the rock badgers are creatures of little power, yet they make their homes in the rocks;
Suƣurlar ɵzi ajiz bir ⱪowm bolsimu, hada taxlarning arisiƣa uwa salidu;
27 the locusts have no king, yet they all advance in formation;
Qekǝtkilǝrning padixaⱨi bolmisimu, lekin ⱪatar tizilip rǝtlik mangidu;
28 and the lizard can be caught in one’s hands, yet it is found in the palaces of kings.
Kǝslǝnqükni ⱪol bilǝn tutuwalƣili bolidu, Lekin han ordilirida yaxaydu.
29 There are three things that are stately in their stride, and four that are impressive in their walk:
Ⱪǝdǝmliri ⱨǝywǝtlik üq janiwar bar, Kixigǝ zoⱪ berip mangidiƣan tɵt nǝrsǝ bar: —
30 a lion, mighty among beasts, refusing to retreat before anything;
Ⱨaywanatlar iqidǝ ǝng küqlük, ⱨeq nemidin ⱪorⱪmas xir,
31 a strutting rooster; a he-goat; and a king with his army around him.
Zilwa bǝygǝ iti, Tekǝ, Wǝ puⱪraliri ⱪollaydiƣan padixaⱨdur.
32 If you have foolishly exalted yourself or if you have plotted evil, put your hand over your mouth.
Əgǝr sǝn ǝhmǝⱪliⱪ ⱪilip ɵzüngni bǝk yuⱪiri orunƣa ⱪoyuwalƣan bolsang, Wǝ yaki tǝlwǝ bir oyda bolƣan bolsang, Ⱪolung bilǝn aƣzingni yum!
33 For as the churning of milk yields butter, and the twisting of the nose draws blood, so the stirring of anger brings forth strife.”
Kala süti ⱪoqulsa seriⱪ may qiⱪar; Birining burni mijilsa, ⱪan qiⱪar; Adawǝt ⱪozƣap intiⱪam oylisa jedǝl-majira qiⱪar.
