Ecclesiastes 12
1 Remember then thy Creator in the days of thy youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say: 'I have no pleasure in them';
Əmdi yaman künlǝr bexingƣa qüxmigüqǝ, xundaⱪla sǝn: «Bulardin ⱨeq ⱨuzurum yoⱪtur» degǝn yillar yeⱪinlaxmiƣuqǝ yaxliⱪingda Yaratⱪuqingni esingdǝ qing tut;
2 Before the sun, and the light, and the moon, and the stars, are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain;
ⱪuyax, yoruⱪluⱪ, ay wǝ yultuzlar ⱪarangƣulixip, yamƣurdin keyin bulutlar ⱪaytip kǝlmigüqǝ uni esingdǝ tutⱪin.
3 In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out shall be darkened in the windows,
Xu küni «ɵyning kɵzǝtqiliri» titrǝp ketidu; palwanlar egilidu, ǝzgüqilǝr azliⱪidin tohtap ⱪalidu, derizilǝrdin sirtⱪa ⱪarap turƣuqilar ƣuwalixip ketidu;
4 And the doors shall be shut in the street, when the sound of the grinding is low; and one shall start up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;
koqiƣa ⱪaraydiƣan ixiklǝr etilidu; tügmǝnning awazi pǝsiydu, kixilǝr ⱪuxlarning awazini anglisila qɵqüp ketidu, «nahxiqi ⱪizlar»ning sayraxliri sus anglinidu;
5 Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and terrors shall be in the way; and the almond-tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall drag itself along, and the caperberry shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets;
kixilǝr egizdin ⱪorⱪidu, koqilarda wǝⱨimilǝr bar dǝp ⱪorⱪup yüridu; badam dǝrihi qiqǝklǝydu; qekǝtkǝ adǝmgǝ yük bolidu, xindir mewisi solixidu; qünki insan mǝnggülük makaniƣa ketidu wǝ xuning bilǝn tǝng, matǝm tutⱪuqilar koqida aylinip yüridu;
6 Before the silver cord is snapped asunder, and the golden bowl is shattered, and the pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel falleth shattered, into the pit;
kümüx tana üzülgüqǝ, altun qinǝ qeⱪilƣuqǝ, aptuwa bulaⱪ yenida parǝ-parǝ bolƣuqǝ, ⱪuduⱪtiki qaⱪ kardin qiⱪⱪuqǝ,
7 And the dust returneth to the earth as it was, and the spirit returneth unto God who gave it.
topa-qang ǝsli tupraⱪⱪa ⱪaytⱪuqǝ, roⱨ ɵzini bǝrgǝn Hudaƣa ⱪaytⱪuqǝ — Uni esingdǝ tutⱪin!
8 Vanity of vanities, saith Koheleth; all is vanity.
Bimǝnilik üstigǝ bimǝnilik!» — dǝydu ⱨekmǝt topliƣuqi — «Bimǝnilik üstigǝ bimǝnilik! Ⱨǝmmǝ ix bimǝniliktur!»
9 And besides that Koheleth was wise, he also taught the people knowledge; yea, he pondered, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs.
Xuningdǝk, ⱨekmǝt topliƣuqi dana bolupla ⱪalmastin, u yǝnǝ hǝlⱪⱪǝ bilim ɵgitǝtti; u oylinip, kɵp pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtlǝrni taraziƣa selip, rǝtlǝp qiⱪti.
10 Koheleth sought to find out words of delight, and that which was written uprightly, even words of truth.
Ⱨekmǝt topliƣuqi yeⱪimliⱪ sɵzlǝrni tepixⱪa intilgǝn; uxbu yezilƣini bolsa durus, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝt sɵzliridin ibarǝttur.
11 The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails well fastened are those that are composed in collections; they are given from one shepherd.
Dana kixining sɵzliri zihⱪa ohxaydu, ularning yiƣindisi qing bekitilgǝn mihtǝktur. Ular Birla Padiqi tǝripidin berilgǝndur.
12 And furthermore, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Uning üstigǝ, i oƣlum, bulardin sirt ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ yezilƣanlardin pǝhǝs bol; qünki kɵp kitablarning yezilixining ayiƣi yoⱪ, xuningdǝk kɵp ɵginix tǝnni upritidu.
13 The end of the matter, all having been heard: fear God, and keep His commandments; for this is the whole man.
Biz pütün ixⱪa diⱪⱪǝt ⱪilayli; Hudadin ⱪorⱪⱪin wǝ uning ǝmr-pǝrmanliriƣa ǝmǝl ⱪilƣin; qünki bu insanning toluⱪ mǝjburiyitidur;
14 For God shall bring every work into the judgment concerning every hidden thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil.
qünki adǝm ⱪilƣan ⱨǝrbir ix, jümlidin barliⱪ mǝhpiy ixlar, yahxi bolsun, yaman bolsun, Huda ularning soriⱪini ⱪilidu.
