Jeremiah 20
1 And Pashhur, the son of Immer, the priest who had been appointed leader in the house of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these words.
Əmdi Immǝrning oƣli, kaⱨin Paxhur — u Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ «amanliⱪ saⱪlax begi»mu idi, Yǝrǝmiyaning bu bexarǝtlǝrni bǝrgǝnlikini anglidi.
2 And Pashhur struck the prophet Jeremiah, and he sent him to the stocks, which were at the upper gate of Benjamin at the house of the Lord.
Paxhur Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrni urƣuzdi wǝ uning putini Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidiki «Binyaminning yuⱪiri dǝrwazisi»ning yenidiki taⱪaⱪⱪa saldi.
3 And when it had become light on the next day, Pashhur led Jeremiah from the stocks. And Jeremiah said to him: “The Lord has not called your name: ‘Pashhur,’ but instead: ‘Fear all around.’”
Ikkinqi küni, Paxhur Yǝrǝmiyani taⱪaⱪtin boxatti; Yǝrǝmiya uningƣa: — Pǝrwǝrdigar ismingni Paxhur ǝmǝs, bǝlki «Magor-missabib» dǝp atidi, dedi.
4 For thus says the Lord: “Behold, I will give you over to fear, you and all your friends, and they will fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes will see it. And I will give all of Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon. And he will lead them away to Babylon, and he will strike them with the sword.
— Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ dǝydu: — Mana, Mǝn seni ɵzünggǝ wǝ barliⱪ aƣiniliringgǝ wǝⱨimǝ salƣuqi obyekt ⱪilimǝn; ular düxmǝnlirining ⱪiliqi bilǝn yiⱪilidu; sǝn ɵz kɵzüng bilǝn buni kɵrisǝn; Mǝn barliⱪ Yǝⱨudani Babil padixaⱨining ⱪoliƣa tapxurimǝn; u ularni Babilƣa sürgün ⱪilip elip ketidu ⱨǝmdǝ ularni ⱪiliq bilǝn uridu.
5 And I will give away the entire substance of this city, and all its labor, and every precious thing. And I will give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hands of their enemies. And they will plunder them, and take them away, and lead them into Babylon.
Mǝn bu xǝⱨǝrning ⱨǝmmǝ bayliⱪliri — barliⱪ mǝⱨsulatliri, barliⱪ ⱪimmǝt nǝrsiliri wǝ Yǝⱨuda padixaⱨlirining barliⱪ hǝzinilirini düxmǝnlirining ⱪoliƣa tapxurimǝn; ular ularni olja ⱪilip buliwelip Babilƣa elip ketidu.
6 But you, Pashhur, and all the inhabitants of your house, will go into captivity. And you will go to Babylon. And there you shall die. And there you shall be buried, you and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied a lie.”
Sǝn bolsang, i Paxhur, ⱨǝmmǝ ɵydikiliring birgǝ sürgün bolup ketisilǝr; sǝn Babilƣa kelisǝn; sǝn xu yǝrdǝ dunyadin ketisǝn, xu yǝrgǝ kɵmülisǝn; sǝn ⱨǝm sening yalƣan bexarǝtliringgǝ ⱪulaⱪ salƣan aƣiniliringmu xundaⱪ bolidu.
7 “You have led me away, O Lord, and I have been led away. You have been stronger than I, and you have prevailed. I have become a derision all day long; everyone mocks me.
I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn meni ⱪayil ⱪilip [pǝyƣǝmbǝrlikkǝ] kɵndürdüng, mǝn xundaⱪla kɵndürüldüm; Sǝn mǝndin zor kǝlding, xundaⱪla ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilding; mǝn pütün kün tapa-tǝnining obyekti bolimǝn; ⱨǝmmǝ kixi meni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu.
8 For I speak now as I have long spoken: crying out against iniquity and proclaiming devastation. And the word of the Lord has been made into a reproach against me and a derision, all day long.
Mǝn ⱪaqanla sɵz ⱪilsam, «Zorawanliⱪ ⱨǝm bulangqiliⱪ kelidu» dǝp jakarlixim kerǝk; xunga Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵzi meni pütün kün aⱨanǝt wǝ mǝshirining obyekti ⱪilidu.
9 Then I said: I will not call him to mind, nor will I speak any longer in his name. And my heart became like a raging fire, enclosed within my bones. And I became weary of continuing to bear it.
Lekin mǝn: «Mǝn uni tilƣa almaymǝn, wǝ yaki Uning nami bilǝn ikkinqi sɵz ⱪilmaymǝn» desǝm, Uning sɵzi ⱪǝlbimdǝ lawuldap ot bolup, sɵngǝklirimgǝ ⱪapsalƣan bir yalⱪun bolidu; iqimgǝ siƣduruxⱪa ⱨalim ⱪalmay, eytmay qidap turalmaymǝn.
10 For I heard the insults of many, and terror all around: ‘Persecute him!’ and, ‘Let us persecute him!’ from all the men who had been at peace with me and who had kept watch by my side. ‘If only there were some way that he might be deceived, and we might prevail against him and obtain vengeance from him!’
Xundaⱪ, ⱪiliwerimǝn, gǝrqǝ mǝn nurƣun kixilǝrning piqirlaxⱪan ⱪǝstlirini anglisammu; tǝrǝp-tǝrǝplǝrni wǝⱨimǝ basidu! «Uning üstidin ǝrz ⱪilinglar! Uning üstidin ǝrz ⱪilayli!» dǝp, barliⱪ ülpǝt-ⱨǝmraⱨlirim putlixip ketiximni paylap yürmǝktǝ; ular «U bǝlkim aldinar, xundaⱪ bolƣanda biz uning üstidin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilimiz, uningdin intiⱪam alalaymiz» deyixiwatidu.
11 But the Lord is with me, like a strong warrior. For this reason, those who persecute me will fall, and they will be ineffective. They will be greatly confounded. For they have not understood the everlasting disgrace that will never be wiped away.
Lekin Pǝrwǝrdigar bolsa ⱪudrǝtlik wǝ dǝⱨxǝtlik bir palwandǝk mǝn bilǝn billidur; xunga manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilƣuqilar putlixip ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilalmaydu; ular muwǝppǝⱪiyǝt ⱪazanmiƣaqⱪa, ⱪattiⱪ hijil bolup yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu; ularning bu rǝswaqiliⱪi mǝnggülük bolup, ⱨǝrgiz untulmaydu.
12 And you, O Lord of hosts, the Tester of the just, who sees the temperament and the heart: I beg you to let me see your vengeance upon them. For I have revealed my case to you.
Əmdi Sǝn, i ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarni sinaydiƣan, insanning wijdani wǝ ⱪǝlbini kɵridiƣan samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, ularning üstigǝ bolƣan ⱪisasingni manga kɵrgüzgǝysǝn; qünki mǝn dǝwayimni aldingƣa ⱪoyƣanmǝn.
13 Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord! For he has freed the soul of the poor from the hand of the wicked.
Pǝrwǝrdigarni küy eytip mahtanglar, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglǝr; qünki U namrat kixini rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
14 Cursed is the day on which I was born! The day on which my mother gave birth to me: let it not be blessed!
Mening tuƣulƣan künümgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun; apam meni tuƣⱪan küni mubarǝk bolmisun!
15 Cursed is the man who announced it to my father, saying, ‘A male child has been born to you,’ causing him to rejoice with gladness.
Atamƣa hǝwǝr elip: «sanga oƣul bala tuƣuldi!» dǝp uni alamǝt xadlandurƣan adǝmgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun!
16 Let that man be like the cities that the Lord has overthrown without regret. Let him hear an outcry in the morning, and wailing at the time of midday!
Bu adǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝⱨim ⱪilmay ƣulatⱪan xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk bolsun; u ǝtigǝndǝ nalǝ, qüxtǝ alaⱪzadilik quⱪanlirini anglisun —
17 So let him be, who did not put me to death from the womb, so that my mother would have been my sepulcher, and her womb would have been my eternal resting place!
qünki u meni baliyatⱪudin qüxkinimdila ɵltürüwǝtmigǝn; apam mening gɵrüm bolsiidi, uning ⱪorsiⱪi mǝn bilǝn tǝng ⱨǝmixǝ qong bolsiidi!
18 Why did I depart from the womb, so that I would see hardship and sorrow, and so that my days would be consumed by trouble?”
Nemixⱪa mǝn japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝt, azab-oⱪubǝtni kɵrüxkǝ, künlirimni hijalǝt-aⱨanǝt iqidǝ ɵtküzüxkǝ baliyatⱪudin qiⱪⱪandimǝn?
