Isaiah 57
1 The just perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart, and men of mercy are taken away, because there is none that understandeth; for the just man is taken away from before the face of evil.
Heqqaniy adem alemdin ötidu, Héchkim buninggha köngül bölmeydu; Méhriban ademler yighip élip kétilidu, Biraq héchkim oylap chüshinelmeyduki, Heqqaniy ademler yaman künlerni körmisun dep yighip élip kétilidu.
2 Let peace come, let him rest in his bed that hath walked in his uprightness.
U bolsa aram-xatirjemlik ichige kiridu; Yeni özlirining durus yolida mangghan herbir kishi, Öz ornida yétip aram alidu.
3 But draw near hither, you sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer, and of the harlot.
Biraq senler, i jaduger ayalning baliliri, Zinaxor bilen pahishe ayalning nesli; Buyaqqa yéqin kélinglar;
4 Upon whom have you jested? upon whom have you opened your mouth wide, and put out your tongue? are not you wicked children, a false seed,
Siler kimni mazaq qiliwatisiler? Yaki kimge qarshi aghzinglarni kalchaytip, Tilinglarni uzun chiqirisiler? Siler bolsanglar asiyliqtin törelgen balilar, Aldamchiliqning nesli emesmusiler?
5 Who seek your comfort in idols under every green tree, sacrificing children in the torrents, under the high rocks?
Herbir chong derex astida, Herbir yéshil derex astida shehwaniyliq bilen köyüp ketküchi, Kichik balilarni jilghilargha hem xada tashlarning yériqlirigha élip soyghuchisiler!
6 In the parts of the torrent is thy portion, this is thy lot: and thou hast poured out libations to them, thou hast offered sacrifice. Shall I not be angry at these things?
Ériqtiki siliqlan’ghan tashlar arisida séning nésiweng bardur; Shular, shularla séning teqsimatingdur; Shundaq, sen ulargha atap «sharab hediyesi»ni quyup, Ulargha «ashliq hediye»nimu sunup berdingghu; Emdi mushulargha razi bolup Özümni bésiwalsam bolamti?
7 Upon a high and lofty mountain thou hast laid thy bed, and hast gone up thither to offer victims.
Sen yuqiri, égiz bir tagh üstide orun-körpe sélip qoydung, Sen ashu yerdimu qurbanliqlarni qilishqa chiqting.
8 And behind the door, and behind the post thou best set up thy remembrance: for thou hast discovered thyself near me, and hast received an adulterer: thou hast enlarged thy bed, and made a covenant with them: thou hast loved their bed with open hand.
Ishiklerning keynige we keyni késheklirige «esletmiliring»ni békitip qoydung, Chünki sen Mendin ayrilding, Sen yalingachlinip ornunggha chiqting; Orun-körpengni kéngeytip [xéridarliring] bilen özüng üchün ehdileshting; Ularning orun-körpisige könglüng chüshti, Sen ularda küch-hoquqni körüp qalding.
9 And thou hast adorned thyself for the king with ointment, and hast multiplied thy perfumes. Thou hast sent thy messengers far off, and wast debased even to hell. (Sheol h7585)
Sen zeytun méyi hediyisini élip, Etirliringni üstibéshingge bolushigha chéchip, Padishahning aldigha barding; Elchiliringni yiraqqa ewetip, Hetta tehtisaragha yetküche özüngni pes qilding. (Sheol h7585)
10 Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy ways: yet thou saidst not: I will rest: thou hast found life of thy hand, therefore thou hast not asked.
Sen bésip mangghan barliq yolliringda charchighining bilen, Yene: «Poq yeptimen, boldi bes!» dep qoymiding téxi, Ézip yürüshke yenila küchüngni yighding, Héch jaq toymiding.
11 For whom hast thou been solicitous and afraid, that thou hast lied, and hast not been mindful of me, nor thought on me in thy heart? for I am silent, and as one that seeth not, and thou hast forgotten me.
Sen zadi kimdin yürekzade bolup, qorqup yürisen, Yalghan gep qilip, Méni ésingge héch keltürmey, Könglüngdin héch ötküzmiding. Men uzun’ghiche sükütte turup keldim emesmu? Sen yenila Mendin héch qorqup baqmiding!
12 I will declare thy justice, and thy works shall not profit thee.
Séning «heqqaniyliqing»ni hem «töhpiliring»ni bayan qilimen: — Ularning sanga héch paydisi yoqtur!
13 When thou shalt cry, let thy companies deliver thee, but the wind shall carry them all off, a breeze shall take them away, but he that putteth his trust in me, shall inherit the land, and shall possess my holy mount.
Chirqirighanliringda sen yighip toplighan [butlar] kélip séni qutquzsun! Biraq shamal püw qilip ularning hemmisini uchurup kétidu, Bir nepesla ularni élip kétidu; Biraq Manga tayan’ghuchi zémin’gha mirasliq qilidu, Méning muqeddes téghimgha igidarchiliq qilidu.
14 And I will say: Make a way: give free passage, turn out of the path, take away the stumblingblocks out of the way of my people.
[Shu chaghda]: — «Yolni kötürünglar, kötürünglar, uni teyyarlanglar, Xelqimning yolini boshitip barliq putlikashanglarni élip tashlanglar» déyilidu.
15 For thus saith the High and the Eminent that inhabiteth eternity: and his name is Holy, who dwelleth in the high and holy place, and with a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
Chünki nami «Muqeddes» Bolghuchi, Yuqiri hem Aliy Bolghuchi, Ebedil’ebedgiche hayat Bolghuchi mundaq deydu: — «Men yuqiri hemde muqeddes jayda, Hem shundaqla rohi sunuq hem kichik péil adem bilen bille turimenki, Kichik péil ademning rohini yéngilaymen, Dili sunuqning könglini yéngilaymen.
16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be angry unto the end: because the spirit shall go forth from my face, and breathings I will make.
Chünki Men hergiz menggüge erz qilip eyiblimeymen, Hem ebedil’ebedgiche ghezeplenmeymen; Shundaq qilsam insanning rohi Méning aldimda susliship yoqaydu, Özüm yaratqan nepes igiliri tügishidu.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry, and I struck him: I hid my face from thee, and was angry: and he went away wandering in his own heart.
Uning öz nepsaniyetlik qebihlikide Men uningdin ghezeplinip, uni urghanmen; Men uningdin yoshurun turup, uninggha ghezeplen’genlikim bilen, U yenila arqisigha chékin’giniche öz yolini méngiwerdi;
18 I saw his ways, and I healed him, and brought him back, and restored comforts to him, and to them that mourn for him.
Men uning yollirini körüp yetken teqdirdimu, Men uni saqaytimen; Men uni yétekleymen, Men lewlerning méwisini yaritimen, Uninggha we uningdiki hesret chekküchilerge yene teselli bérimen; Yiraq turuwatqan’gha, yéqin turuwatqan’ghimu mutleq aram-xatirjemlik bolsun! We Men uni saqaytimen!
19 I created the fruit of the lips, peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.
20 But the wicked are like the raging sea, which cannot rest, and the waves thereof cast up dirt and mire.
Biraq reziller bolsa tinchilinishni héch bilmeydighan, Dolqunliri lay-latqilarni urghutuwatqan, Dawalghuwatqan déngizdektur.
21 There is no peace to the wicked, saith the Lord God.
Rezillerge, — deydu Xudayim — héch aram-xatirjemlik bolmas.
