Hosea 11
1 I loved Israel when he was a child. He's my son I called out of Egypt.
Israil bala qeƣida, Mǝn uni sɵydüm, Xuning bilǝn oƣlumni Misirdin qiⱪixⱪa qaⱪirdim.
2 As they called them, so they went from them: they sacrificed to the Baals and offered incense to idols.
Biraⱪ ular [hǝlⱪimni] qaⱪiriwidi, Ular dǝrⱨal ⱨuzurumdin qiⱪip kǝtti; Ular «Baal»larƣa ⱪurbanliⱪ ⱪilixⱪa baxlidi, Oyma mǝbudlarƣa isriⱪ saldi.
3 I myself taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the hand, but they didn't realize I was the one who healed them.
Əfraimƣa mengixni ɵgǝtküqi Ɵzüm idim, Uning ⱪolini tutup wǝ yɵlǝp — Biraⱪ ɵzini saⱪaytⱪuqining Mǝn ikǝnlikimni ular bilmidi.
4 I led them along with cords of kindness, with ropes of love. I was the one who eased their burden and bent down to feed them.
Mǝn adimǝtqilikning kɵyünüx rixtiliri bilǝn, Sɵygüning tarliri bilǝn ularning kɵnglini tartiwaldim; Mǝn ularƣa huddi engikidin boyunturuⱪni eliwǝtküqi birsidǝk bolƣanmǝn, Egilip Ɵzüm ularni ozuⱪlandurƣanmǝn.
5 However, because my people refuse to return to me, they will not return to the land of Egypt but Assyria shall be their king.
Ular Misirƣa ⱪaytidiƣan bolmamdu? Asuriyǝlik dǝrwǝⱪǝ ularning padixaⱨi bolidiƣan ǝmǝsmu? — Qünki ular yenimƣa ⱪaytixni rǝt ⱪildi!
6 War will sweep through their cities, putting an end to their boasting and destroying their plans.
Ⱪiliq uning xǝⱨǝrliridǝ ⱨǝryan oynitilidu; [Dǝrwazisidiki] tɵmür baldaⱪlarni wǝyran ⱪilip yǝp ketidu; Bu ɵz ǝⱪillirining kasapitidur!
7 My people are hanging on to their apostasy from me. They call him “god on high” but he will not raise them up at all.
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mening hǝlⱪim Mǝndin qǝtlǝp ketixkǝ mǝptun boldi; Ular Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy Bolƣuqiƣa nida ⱪilip qaⱪirsimu, Lekin ⱨeqkim ularni kɵtürmǝydu.
8 How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I let you go, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is breaking; I am full of compassion.
Mǝn ⱪandaⱪmu seni taxlap ⱪoyimǝn, i Əfraim? Mǝn ⱪandaⱪmu seni [düxmǝngǝ] tapxurimǝn, i Israil?! Ⱪandaⱪmu seni Admaⱨ xǝⱨiridǝk ⱪilimǝn?! Seni ⱪandaⱪmu Zǝboim xǝⱨiridǝk bir tǝrǝp ⱪilimǝn?! Ⱪǝlbim iq-baƣrimda ⱪaynap ketiwatidu, Mening barliⱪ rǝⱨimdilliⱪim ⱪozƣiliwatidu!
9 I will not execute the fierceness of my anger, I will not destroy Ephraim again. For I am God, not a human being. I am the Holy One living among you. I will not enter your cities.
Ƣǝzipimning ⱪǝⱨrini yürgüzmǝymǝn, Ikkinqi yǝnǝ Əfraimni yoⱪatmaymǝn; Qünki Mǝn insan ǝmǝs, Tǝngridurmǝn, — Yǝni arangda bolƣan pak-muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqidurmǝn; Mǝn dǝrƣǝzǝp bilǝn kǝlmǝymǝn.
10 The people will follow me, the Lord. He will roar like a lion. When he roars like a lion then his children will come trembling from the west.
Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning kǝynidin mangidu; U xirdǝk ⱨɵrkirǝydu; U ⱨɵrkirigǝndǝ, ǝmdi baliliri ƣǝrbtin titrigǝn ⱨalda kelidu;
11 Like a flock of frightened birds they will come from Egypt, like doves they will come from Assyria, and I will bring them back home, declares the Lord.
Ular Misirdin ⱪuxtǝk, Asuriyǝ zeminidin pahtǝktǝk titrigǝn ⱨalda qiⱪip kelidu; Xuning bilǝn ularni ɵz ɵylirigǝ makanlaxturimǝn, — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar.
12 Ephraim surrounds me with lies and Israel with deceit, and Judah still wanders with some deity, faithful to some “Holy One.”
Əfraim Meni yalƣan gǝpliri bilǝn kɵmüwetidu; Yǝⱨudamu Tǝngrigǝ, yǝni ixǝnqlik, Pak-Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqiƣa tuturuⱪsiz boldi.
