Isaiah 57
1 The just man perishes, and there is no one who acknowledges it in his heart; and men of mercy are taken away, for there is no one who understands. For the just man has been taken away before the face of malice.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm alǝmdin ɵtidu, Ⱨeqkim buningƣa kɵngül bɵlmǝydu; Meⱨriban adǝmlǝr yiƣip elip ketilidu, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim oylap qüxinǝlmǝyduki, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝmlǝr yaman künlǝrni kɵrmisun dǝp yiƣip elip ketilidu.
2 Let peace arrive. Let he who has walked in his righteousness find rest on his bed.
U bolsa aram-hatirjǝmlik iqigǝ kiridu; Yǝni ɵzlirining durus yolida mangƣan ⱨǝrbir kixi, Ɵz ornida yetip aram alidu.
3 But come here, you sons of the prophetess, you offspring of an adulterous man and a fornicating woman.
Biraⱪ sǝnlǝr, i jadugǝr ayalning baliliri, Zinahor bilǝn paⱨixǝ ayalning nǝsli; Buyaⱪⱪa yeⱪin kelinglar;
4 Whom are you mocking? Against whom have you opened your mouth wide and wagged your tongue? Are you not sons of wickedness, a lying offspring,
Silǝr kimni mazaⱪ ⱪiliwatisilǝr? Yaki kimgǝ ⱪarxi aƣzinglarni kalqaytip, Tilinglarni uzun qiⱪirisilǝr? Silǝr bolsanglar asiyliⱪtin tɵrǝlgǝn balilar, Aldamqiliⱪning nǝsli ǝmǝsmusilǝr?
5 who are being consoled by idols under every leafy tree, immolating little children at the torrents, under the high rocks?
Ⱨǝrbir qong dǝrǝh astida, Ⱨǝrbir yexil dǝrǝh astida xǝⱨwaniyliⱪ bilǝn kɵyüp kǝtküqi, Kiqik balilarni jilƣilarƣa ⱨǝm hada taxlarning yeriⱪliriƣa elip soyƣuqisilǝr!
6 Your portion is in the currents of the torrent; this is your lot! And you yourselves have poured out libations to them; you have offered sacrifice. Should I not be angry over these things?
Eriⱪtiki siliⱪlanƣan taxlar arisida sening nesiwǝng bardur; Xular, xularla sening tǝⱪsimatingdur; Xundaⱪ, sǝn ularƣa atap «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝsi»ni ⱪuyup, Ularƣa «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»nimu sunup bǝrdingƣu; Əmdi muxularƣa razi bolup Ɵzümni besiwalsam bolamti?
7 Upon a high and lofty mountain, you have placed your bed, and you have ascended to that place to immolate victims.
Sǝn yuⱪiri, egiz bir taƣ üstidǝ orun-kɵrpǝ selip ⱪoydung, Sǝn axu yǝrdimu ⱪurbanliⱪlarni ⱪilixⱪa qiⱪting.
8 And behind the door, and beyond the post, you have set up your memorial. For you uncovered yourself next to me, and you received an adulterer. You widened your bed, and you formed a pact with them. You loved their bed with an open hand.
Ixiklǝrning kǝynigǝ wǝ kǝyni kexǝklirigǝ «ǝslǝtmiliring»ni bekitip ⱪoydung, Qünki sǝn Mǝndin ayrilding, Sǝn yalingaqlinip ornungƣa qiⱪting; Orun-kɵrpǝngni kengǝytip [heridarliring] bilǝn ɵzüng üqün ǝⱨdilǝxting; Ularning orun-kɵrpisigǝ kɵnglüng qüxti, Sǝn ularda küq-ⱨoⱪuⱪni kɵrüp ⱪalding.
9 And you have adorned yourself for the king with ointments, and you have increased your cosmetics. You have sent your representatives to distant places, and you have debased yourself all the way to Hell. (Sheol h7585)
Sǝn zǝytun meyi ⱨǝdiyisini elip, Ətirliringni üstibexinggǝ boluxiƣa qeqip, Padixaⱨning aldiƣa barding; Əlqiliringni yiraⱪⱪa ǝwǝtip, Ⱨǝtta tǝⱨtisaraƣa yǝtküqǝ ɵzüngni pǝs ⱪilding. (Sheol h7585)
10 You have been wearied by the multitude of your own ways. Yet you did not say, “I will cease.” You have found life by your own hand; because of this, you have not prayed.
Sǝn besip mangƣan barliⱪ yolliringda qarqiƣining bilǝn, Yǝnǝ: «Poⱪ yǝptimǝn, boldi bǝs!» dǝp ⱪoymiding tehi, Ezip yürüxkǝ yǝnila küqüngni yiƣding, Ⱨeq jaⱪ toymiding.
11 For whose sake have you been anxiously afraid, so that you would lie and not be mindful of me, nor consider me in your heart? For I am silent, and I am like someone who does not see, and so you have forgotten me.
Sǝn zadi kimdin yürǝkzadǝ bolup, ⱪorⱪup yürisǝn, Yalƣan gǝp ⱪilip, Meni esinggǝ ⱨeq kǝltürmǝy, Kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding. Mǝn uzunƣiqǝ süküttǝ turup kǝldim ǝmǝsmu? Sǝn yǝnila Mǝndin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪup baⱪmiding!
12 I will announce your justice, and your works will not benefit you.
Sening «ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing»ni ⱨǝm «tɵⱨpiliring»ni bayan ⱪilimǝn: — Ularning sanga ⱨeq paydisi yoⱪtur!
13 When you cry out, let your followers free you. But the wind will carry them all away; a breeze will take them up. But he who has faith in me will inherit the earth and will possess my holy mountain.
Qirⱪiriƣanliringda sǝn yiƣip topliƣan [butlar] kelip seni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Biraⱪ xamal püw ⱪilip ularning ⱨǝmmisini uqurup ketidu, Bir nǝpǝsla ularni elip ketidu; Biraⱪ Manga tayanƣuqi zeminƣa mirasliⱪ ⱪilidu, Mening muⱪǝddǝs teƣimƣa igidarqiliⱪ ⱪilidu.
14 And I will say: “Make way! Grant passage! Move to the side of the path! Take the obstacles out of the way of my people!”
[Xu qaƣda]: — «Yolni kɵtürünglar, kɵtürünglar, uni tǝyyarlanglar, Hǝlⱪimning yolini boxitip barliⱪ putlikaxanglarni elip taxlanglar» deyilidu.
15 For this is said by the Most High, the Sublime One, who dwells in eternity. And his name is Holy, for he dwells in the exalted and holy place, and he acts with a restrained and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
Qünki nami «Muⱪǝddǝs» Bolƣuqi, Yuⱪiri ⱨǝm Aliy Bolƣuqi, Əbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ⱨayat Bolƣuqi mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Mǝn yuⱪiri ⱨǝmdǝ muⱪǝddǝs jayda, Ⱨǝm xundaⱪla roⱨi sunuⱪ ⱨǝm kiqik peil adǝm bilǝn billǝ turimǝnki, Kiqik peil adǝmning roⱨini yengilaymǝn, Dili sunuⱪning kɵnglini yengilaymǝn.
16 For I will not contend unceasingly, and I will not be angry to the end. For I will exhale my breath, and the Spirit will go forth from my face.
Qünki Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz mǝnggügǝ ǝrz ⱪilip ǝyiblimǝymǝn, Ⱨǝm ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ƣǝzǝplǝnmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ ⱪilsam insanning roⱨi Mening aldimda suslixip yoⱪaydu, Ɵzüm yaratⱪan nǝpǝs igiliri tügixidu.
17 Because of the iniquity of his avarice, I was angry, and I struck him down. I concealed my face from you, and I was angry. And he went astray by wandering in his heart.
Uning ɵz nǝpsaniyǝtlik ⱪǝbiⱨlikidǝ Mǝn uningdin ƣǝzǝplinip, uni urƣanmǝn; Mǝn uningdin yoxurun turup, uningƣa ƣǝzǝplǝngǝnlikim bilǝn, U yǝnila arⱪisiƣa qekinginiqǝ ɵz yolini mengiwǝrdi;
18 I saw his ways, and I healed him, and I led him back again, and I restored consolations to him and to those who mourn for him.
Mǝn uning yollirini kɵrüp yǝtkǝn tǝⱪdirdimu, Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn; Mǝn uni yetǝklǝymǝn, Mǝn lǝwlǝrning mewisini yaritimǝn, Uningƣa wǝ uningdiki ⱨǝsrǝt qǝkküqilǝrgǝ yǝnǝ tǝsǝlli berimǝn; Yiraⱪ turuwatⱪanƣa, yeⱪin turuwatⱪanƣimu mutlǝⱪ aram-hatirjǝmlik bolsun! Wǝ Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn!
19 I created the fruit of the lips: peace, peace to him who is far away, and peace to him who is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.
20 But the impious are like the raging sea, which is not able to be quieted, and its waves stir up dirt and mud.
Biraⱪ rǝzillǝr bolsa tinqilinixni ⱨeq bilmǝydiƣan, Dolⱪunliri lay-latⱪilarni urƣutuwatⱪan, Dawalƣuwatⱪan dengizdǝktur.
21 There is no peace for the impious, says the Lord God.
Rǝzillǝrgǝ, — dǝydu Hudayim — ⱨeq aram-hatirjǝmlik bolmas.
