Isaiah 57
1 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart, and godly men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm alǝmdin ɵtidu, Ⱨeqkim buningƣa kɵngül bɵlmǝydu; Meⱨriban adǝmlǝr yiƣip elip ketilidu, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim oylap qüxinǝlmǝyduki, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝmlǝr yaman künlǝrni kɵrmisun dǝp yiƣip elip ketilidu.
2 He entereth into peace, they rest in their beds, each one that walketh in his uprightness.
U bolsa aram-hatirjǝmlik iqigǝ kiridu; Yǝni ɵzlirining durus yolida mangƣan ⱨǝrbir kixi, Ɵz ornida yetip aram alidu.
3 But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.
Biraⱪ sǝnlǝr, i jadugǝr ayalning baliliri, Zinahor bilǝn paⱨixǝ ayalning nǝsli; Buyaⱪⱪa yeⱪin kelinglar;
4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? Are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,
Silǝr kimni mazaⱪ ⱪiliwatisilǝr? Yaki kimgǝ ⱪarxi aƣzinglarni kalqaytip, Tilinglarni uzun qiⱪirisilǝr? Silǝr bolsanglar asiyliⱪtin tɵrǝlgǝn balilar, Aldamqiliⱪning nǝsli ǝmǝsmusilǝr?
5 Ye that inflame yourselves among the terebinths, under every leafy tree; that slay the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?
Ⱨǝrbir qong dǝrǝh astida, Ⱨǝrbir yexil dǝrǝh astida xǝⱨwaniyliⱪ bilǝn kɵyüp kǝtküqi, Kiqik balilarni jilƣilarƣa ⱨǝm hada taxlarning yeriⱪliriƣa elip soyƣuqisilǝr!
6 Among the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion; they, they are thy lot; even to them hast thou poured a drink-offering, thou hast offered a meal-offering. Should I pacify Myself for these things?
Eriⱪtiki siliⱪlanƣan taxlar arisida sening nesiwǝng bardur; Xular, xularla sening tǝⱪsimatingdur; Xundaⱪ, sǝn ularƣa atap «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝsi»ni ⱪuyup, Ularƣa «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»nimu sunup bǝrdingƣu; Əmdi muxularƣa razi bolup Ɵzümni besiwalsam bolamti?
7 Upon a high and lofty mountain hast thou set thy bed; thither also wentest thou up to offer sacrifice.
Sǝn yuⱪiri, egiz bir taƣ üstidǝ orun-kɵrpǝ selip ⱪoydung, Sǝn axu yǝrdimu ⱪurbanliⱪlarni ⱪilixⱪa qiⱪting.
8 And behind the doors and the posts hast thou set up thy symbol; for thou hast uncovered, and art gone up from Me, thou hast enlarged thy bed, and chosen thee of them whose bed thou lovedst, whose hand thou sawest.
Ixiklǝrning kǝynigǝ wǝ kǝyni kexǝklirigǝ «ǝslǝtmiliring»ni bekitip ⱪoydung, Qünki sǝn Mǝndin ayrilding, Sǝn yalingaqlinip ornungƣa qiⱪting; Orun-kɵrpǝngni kengǝytip [heridarliring] bilǝn ɵzüng üqün ǝⱨdilǝxting; Ularning orun-kɵrpisigǝ kɵnglüng qüxti, Sǝn ularda küq-ⱨoⱪuⱪni kɵrüp ⱪalding.
9 And thou wentest to the king with ointment, and didst increase thy perfumes, and didst send thine ambassadors far off, even down to the nether-world. (Sheol h7585)
Sǝn zǝytun meyi ⱨǝdiyisini elip, Ətirliringni üstibexinggǝ boluxiƣa qeqip, Padixaⱨning aldiƣa barding; Əlqiliringni yiraⱪⱪa ǝwǝtip, Ⱨǝtta tǝⱨtisaraƣa yǝtküqǝ ɵzüngni pǝs ⱪilding. (Sheol h7585)
10 Thou wast wearied with the length of thy way; yet saidst thou not: 'There is no hope'; thou didst find a renewal of thy strength, therefore thou wast not affected.
Sǝn besip mangƣan barliⱪ yolliringda qarqiƣining bilǝn, Yǝnǝ: «Poⱪ yǝptimǝn, boldi bǝs!» dǝp ⱪoymiding tehi, Ezip yürüxkǝ yǝnila küqüngni yiƣding, Ⱨeq jaⱪ toymiding.
11 And of whom hast thou been afraid and in fear, that thou wouldest fail? And as for Me, thou hast not remembered Me, nor laid it to thy heart. Have not I held My peace even of long time? Therefore thou fearest Me not.
Sǝn zadi kimdin yürǝkzadǝ bolup, ⱪorⱪup yürisǝn, Yalƣan gǝp ⱪilip, Meni esinggǝ ⱨeq kǝltürmǝy, Kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding. Mǝn uzunƣiqǝ süküttǝ turup kǝldim ǝmǝsmu? Sǝn yǝnila Mǝndin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪup baⱪmiding!
12 I will declare thy righteousness; thy works also — they shall not profit thee.
Sening «ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing»ni ⱨǝm «tɵⱨpiliring»ni bayan ⱪilimǝn: — Ularning sanga ⱨeq paydisi yoⱪtur!
13 When thou criest, let them that thou hast gathered deliver thee; but the wind shall carry them all away, a breath shall bear them off; but he that taketh refuge in Me shall possess the land, and shall inherit My holy mountain.
Qirⱪiriƣanliringda sǝn yiƣip topliƣan [butlar] kelip seni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Biraⱪ xamal püw ⱪilip ularning ⱨǝmmisini uqurup ketidu, Bir nǝpǝsla ularni elip ketidu; Biraⱪ Manga tayanƣuqi zeminƣa mirasliⱪ ⱪilidu, Mening muⱪǝddǝs teƣimƣa igidarqiliⱪ ⱪilidu.
14 And He will say: cast ye up, cast ye up, clear the way, take up the stumblingblock out of the way of My people.
[Xu qaƣda]: — «Yolni kɵtürünglar, kɵtürünglar, uni tǝyyarlanglar, Hǝlⱪimning yolini boxitip barliⱪ putlikaxanglarni elip taxlanglar» deyilidu.
15 For thus saith the High and Lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
Qünki nami «Muⱪǝddǝs» Bolƣuqi, Yuⱪiri ⱨǝm Aliy Bolƣuqi, Əbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ⱨayat Bolƣuqi mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Mǝn yuⱪiri ⱨǝmdǝ muⱪǝddǝs jayda, Ⱨǝm xundaⱪla roⱨi sunuⱪ ⱨǝm kiqik peil adǝm bilǝn billǝ turimǝnki, Kiqik peil adǝmning roⱨini yengilaymǝn, Dili sunuⱪning kɵnglini yengilaymǝn.
16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit that enwrappeth itself is from Me, and the souls which I have made.
Qünki Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz mǝnggügǝ ǝrz ⱪilip ǝyiblimǝymǝn, Ⱨǝm ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ƣǝzǝplǝnmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ ⱪilsam insanning roⱨi Mening aldimda suslixip yoⱪaydu, Ɵzüm yaratⱪan nǝpǝs igiliri tügixidu.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth and smote him, I hid Me and was wroth; and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
Uning ɵz nǝpsaniyǝtlik ⱪǝbiⱨlikidǝ Mǝn uningdin ƣǝzǝplinip, uni urƣanmǝn; Mǝn uningdin yoxurun turup, uningƣa ƣǝzǝplǝngǝnlikim bilǝn, U yǝnila arⱪisiƣa qekinginiqǝ ɵz yolini mengiwǝrdi;
18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him; I will lead him also, and requite with comforts him and his mourners.
Mǝn uning yollirini kɵrüp yǝtkǝn tǝⱪdirdimu, Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn; Mǝn uni yetǝklǝymǝn, Mǝn lǝwlǝrning mewisini yaritimǝn, Uningƣa wǝ uningdiki ⱨǝsrǝt qǝkküqilǝrgǝ yǝnǝ tǝsǝlli berimǝn; Yiraⱪ turuwatⱪanƣa, yeⱪin turuwatⱪanƣimu mutlǝⱪ aram-hatirjǝmlik bolsun! Wǝ Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn!
19 Peace, peace, to him that is far off and to him that is near, saith the LORD that createth the fruit of the lips; and I will heal him.
20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Biraⱪ rǝzillǝr bolsa tinqilinixni ⱨeq bilmǝydiƣan, Dolⱪunliri lay-latⱪilarni urƣutuwatⱪan, Dawalƣuwatⱪan dengizdǝktur.
21 There is no peace, saith my God concerning the wicked.
Rǝzillǝrgǝ, — dǝydu Hudayim — ⱨeq aram-hatirjǝmlik bolmas.
