Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin; for in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin.
Moab toƣrisida yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Ar xǝⱨiri wǝyran ⱪilinidu; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Kir xǝⱨiri yoⱪ ⱪilinidu;
2 He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is shaven.
Yiƣa-zarlar kɵtürüx üqün, Mana u buthanisiƣa, Dibonƣa, xundaⱪla [barliⱪ] egizliklirigǝ qiⱪti; Moab Nebo wǝ Mǝdǝba xǝⱨǝrliri üqün pǝryad kɵtüridu; Ⱨǝmmǝ baxlar taⱪir kɵrünidu, Jimiki saⱪallar kesilip qüxürüldi.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping profusely.
Koqilarda ular bɵz kiyidu; Ɵgziliridǝ, mǝydanlirida, ⱨǝrbir adǝm kɵz yaxlirini yaƣdurup pǝryad kɵtüridu.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul is faint within him.
Ⱨǝxbonƣa, Elealaⱨ xǝⱨǝrlirigǝ yiƣa olixidu, Awazliri Yaⱨaz xǝⱨirigimu yetip baridu. Xunga Moabning ǝskǝrlirimu nida ⱪilidu; Uning wujud-baƣrini titrǝk basidu.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Mening ⱪǝlbimmu Moab üqün yiƣa-zar kɵtüridu; Ularning ⱪaqⱪunliri Zoarƣa ⱨǝm Əglat-Xeli-Xijaƣa bǝdǝr ⱪaqidu; Mana ular toplixip, yiƣliƣan peti Luⱨitⱪa qiⱪidiƣan dawan yoli bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa mangidu, Ⱨoronaimƣa qüxidiƣan yolda turup ⱨalakǝttin nalǝ-zar kɵtüridu.
6 For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth, there is no green thing.
Qünki Nimrimdiki sular ⱪurup ketidu, Ot-qɵplǝr solixip, Gül-giyaⱨ tügǝp ketidu; Ⱨeq yap-yexilliⱪ ⱪalmaydu.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
Xunga ular bayliⱪliri, tapⱪan-tǝrginini yiƣip «Tǝrǝk wadisi»din ɵtmǝkqi bolidu;
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
Ularning kɵtürgǝn yiƣisi Moabning qegrasiƣa, Aⱨu-zarliri ǝglaimƣa, Piƣanliri Bǝǝr-elimƣa yetidu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.
Dimonning suliri ⱪanƣa tolup ketidu, Qünki Dimonning üstigǝ tehimu kɵp balayi’apǝtni toplaymǝn; Qünki Moabning ⱪaqⱪunliri ⱨǝm zeminida ⱪalƣanliriningmu üstigǝ bir xirni ǝwǝtimǝn.
