Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Perwerdigarning Pétuélning oghli Yoélgha chüshken sözi: —
2 Give ear to this, you old men, and take note, you people of the land. Has this ever been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
«I qérilar, anglanglar; Zéminda barliq turuwatqan hemmeylen, qulaq sélinglar; Öz künliringlarda yaki ata-bowiliringlarning künliridimu shundaq bir ish bolup baqqanmu?
3 Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
Baliliringlargha shuni éytip béringlar, Baliliringlar öz balilirigha éytsun, Ularmu kéler dewrge éytsun: —
4 What the worm did not make a meal of, has been taken by the locust; and what the locust did not take, has been food for the plant-worm; and what the plant-worm did not take, has been food for the field-fly.
«Chishligüchi qurt» qaldurghanni chéketke yep boldi, Chéketke qaldurghanni chéketke lichinkiliri yep boldi, Chéketke lichinkiliri qaldurghanni «weyranchi qurt»lar yep boldi.
5 Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
Ey, haraqkeshler, oyghinip qattiq yighlanglar, Huwlishinglar, i sharab ichküchiler, Yéngi sharab tüpeylidin — Chünki u aghzingdin élip tashlandi.
6 For a nation has come up over my land, strong and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the back teeth of a great lion.
Chünki bir xelq, küchlük, sansizlighan xelq, Zéminim üstige bésip keldi; Uning chishliri bolsa shirning chishliri, Uningda shirning hinggang chishliri bardur;
7 By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
U Méning üzüm tallirimni weyrane qiliwetti, Enjür deriximning qowzaqlirini siyriwetti, Ularni yalingachlap, tashliwetti; Ularning shaxliri aqliwétildi.
8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
Yashliqidiki éri üchün matem tutup böz kiyimlerge oran’ghan newjuwandek qattiq pighan chékinglar;
9 The meal offering and the drink offering have been cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord's servants, are sorrowing.
Perwerdigarning öyi «ashliq hediye»din hem «sharab hediye»lerdin mehrum qilindi; Kahinlar, yeni Perwerdigarning xizmetchiliri matem tutidu.
10 The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.
Étizlar chölderep ketti, Zémin matem tutidu; Chünki ziraetler ghazan boldi, Yéngi sharab qurup ketti, Zeytun méyi qaghjiridi.
11 The farmers are shamed, the workers in the vine-gardens give cries of grief, for the wheat and the barley; for the produce of the fields has come to destruction.
Hey déhqanlar, uyulunglar; Bughdaylar hem arpilar üchün yalwurunglar, i üzümchiler, Chünki étizlarning hosulliri qurup ketti.
12 The vine has become dry and the fig-tree is feeble; the pomegranate and the palm-tree and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dry: because joy has gone from the sons of men.
Üzüm téli qaghjirap ketti, Enjür derixi soliship qaldi, Anar derixi, xorma palmisi hem alma deriximu, Daladiki barliq derexler soliship ketti; Berheq, shadliqmu adem balilirida soliship ketti.
13 Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.
Bélinglarni baghlanglar, peryad oqunglar, i kahinlar; Huwlanglar, i qurban’gahning xizmetchiliri; Kéchiche böz kiyimlerni kiyip düm yétinglar, i Xudaning xizmetchiliri; Chünki Xudayinglarning öyidin «ashliq hediye» hem «sharab hediye» üzülüp qaldi.
14 Let a time be fixed for going without food, have a holy meeting, let the old men, even all the people of the land, come together to the house of the Lord your God, crying out to the Lord.
«Roza tutayli» dep [Xudagha] mexsus bir mezgilni ayringlar, Jamaetke mexsus yighilimiz, dep jakarlanglar; Aqsaqallarni, zéminda turuwatqanlarning hemmisini Perwerdigar Xudayinglarning öyige yighip, Perwerdigargha nale kötürünglar!
15 Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
«Ah, shu kün! Chünki Perwerdigarning küni yéqinlashti, U Hemmige Qadir teripidin halaket bolup kélidu.
16 Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
Mana, ghiza köz aldimizdin élip tashlandi emesmu? Shadliq, xushalliq Xudayimizning öyidin élip tashlandi emesmu?
17 The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
Uruqlar topa-chalmilar astida chirip ketti, Ambarlar xarabileshti, Boghuzxanilar ghulap chüshti; Chünki ziraetler ghazang boldi.
18 What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
Charpaylar shundaq hörkiriship ketti! Kala padiliri patiparaq boldi, Otlaqni tapalmighach; Qoy padilirimu özi «gunahimiz bar» dégendek meyüslendi;
19 O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
Ah, Perwerdigar, nida qilimen Sanga; Chünki ot yalqunliri janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti, Yalqun daladiki barliq derexlerni köydürüwetti.
20 The beasts of the field are turning to you with desire: for the water-streams are dry and fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste.
Daladiki haywanlarmu Sanga nida qilidu, Chünki ériq-östengler qurup ketti, Ot-yalqun janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti.
