Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Perwerdigarning Pétuélning oghli Yoélgha chüshken sözi: —
2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Did ever such a thing as this come to pass in your days, or ever in the days of your fathers?
«I qérilar, anglanglar; Zéminda barliq turuwatqan hemmeylen, qulaq sélinglar; Öz künliringlarda yaki ata-bowiliringlarning künliridimu shundaq bir ish bolup baqqanmu?
3 Tell ye of it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to another generation.
Baliliringlargha shuni éytip béringlar, Baliliringlar öz balilirigha éytsun, Ularmu kéler dewrge éytsun: —
4 What the caterpillar left hath the locust eaten; and what the locust left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm left hath the cricket eaten.
«Chishligüchi qurt» qaldurghanni chéketke yep boldi, Chéketke qaldurghanni chéketke lichinkiliri yep boldi, Chéketke lichinkiliri qaldurghanni «weyranchi qurt»lar yep boldi.
5 Wake up, ye drunkards, and weep; and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet new wine, that it is taken away from your mouth.
Ey, haraqkeshler, oyghinip qattiq yighlanglar, Huwlishinglar, i sharab ichküchiler, Yéngi sharab tüpeylidin — Chünki u aghzingdin élip tashlandi.
6 For a nation is come up over my land, strong, and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it hath the cutting-teeth of the lioness.
Chünki bir xelq, küchlük, sansizlighan xelq, Zéminim üstige bésip keldi; Uning chishliri bolsa shirning chishliri, Uningda shirning hinggang chishliri bardur;
7 It hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig-tree: it hath peeled it clean bare, and cast it down; made white are its light branches.
U Méning üzüm tallirimni weyrane qiliwetti, Enjür deriximning qowzaqlirini siyriwetti, Ularni yalingachlap, tashliwetti; Ularning shaxliri aqliwétildi.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the betrothed of her youth.
Yashliqidiki éri üchün matem tutup böz kiyimlerge oran’ghan newjuwandek qattiq pighan chékinglar;
9 Cut off are the meat-offering and the drink-offering from the house of the Lord: now mourn the priests, the ministers of the Lord.
Perwerdigarning öyi «ashliq hediye»din hem «sharab hediye»lerdin mehrum qilindi; Kahinlar, yeni Perwerdigarning xizmetchiliri matem tutidu.
10 Wasted is the field, the land mourneth; for wasted is the corn: dried up is the new wine, withered is the oil.
Étizlar chölderep ketti, Zémin matem tutidu; Chünki ziraetler ghazan boldi, Yéngi sharab qurup ketti, Zeytun méyi qaghjiridi.
11 Be ashamed, O ye husbandmen; wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because lost is the harvest of the field.
Hey déhqanlar, uyulunglar; Bughdaylar hem arpilar üchün yalwurunglar, i üzümchiler, Chünki étizlarning hosulliri qurup ketti.
12 The vine is made ashamed, and the fig-tree is withered; the pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dried up; because joy hath ceased from the children of men.
Üzüm téli qaghjirap ketti, Enjür derixi soliship qaldi, Anar derixi, xorma palmisi hem alma deriximu, Daladiki barliq derexler soliship ketti; Berheq, shadliqmu adem balilirida soliship ketti.
13 Gird yourselves [with sackcloth], and lament, ye priests; wail, ye ministers of the altar: come, remain all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God; for there are withholden from the house of your God the meat-offering and the drink-offering.
Bélinglarni baghlanglar, peryad oqunglar, i kahinlar; Huwlanglar, i qurban’gahning xizmetchiliri; Kéchiche böz kiyimlerni kiyip düm yétinglar, i Xudaning xizmetchiliri; Chünki Xudayinglarning öyidin «ashliq hediye» hem «sharab hediye» üzülüp qaldi.
14 Sanctify ye a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly, gather the elders, all the inhabitants of the land, into the house of the Lord your God, and cry aloud unto the Lord.
«Roza tutayli» dep [Xudagha] mexsus bir mezgilni ayringlar, Jamaetke mexsus yighilimiz, dep jakarlanglar; Aqsaqallarni, zéminda turuwatqanlarning hemmisini Perwerdigar Xudayinglarning öyige yighip, Perwerdigargha nale kötürünglar!
15 Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand, and like destruction from the Almighty will it come.
«Ah, shu kün! Chünki Perwerdigarning küni yéqinlashti, U Hemmige Qadir teripidin halaket bolup kélidu.
16 Is not before our eyes the food cut off, from the house of our God joy and gladness?
Mana, ghiza köz aldimizdin élip tashlandi emesmu? Shadliq, xushalliq Xudayimizning öyidin élip tashlandi emesmu?
17 The grains of seed are rotten under their clods, laid desolate are the garners, pulled down are the barns; for the corn is dried up.
Uruqlar topa-chalmilar astida chirip ketti, Ambarlar xarabileshti, Boghuzxanilar ghulap chüshti; Chünki ziraetler ghazang boldi.
18 How do the beasts groan! how do the herds of cattle roam about; because there is no pasture for them: yea, the flocks of sheep are made to perish.
Charpaylar shundaq hörkiriship ketti! Kala padiliri patiparaq boldi, Otlaqni tapalmighach; Qoy padilirimu özi «gunahimiz bar» dégendek meyüslendi;
19 To thee O Lord, will I cry; for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath singed all the trees of the field.
Ah, Perwerdigar, nida qilimen Sanga; Chünki ot yalqunliri janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti, Yalqun daladiki barliq derexlerni köydürüwetti.
20 Also the beasts of the field cry unto thee panting; for the brooks of waters are dried up, and a fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Daladiki haywanlarmu Sanga nida qilidu, Chünki ériq-östengler qurup ketti, Ot-yalqun janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti.
