Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
— «Əmdi sǝn, Israil xaⱨzadilirigǝ bir mǝrsiyǝni aƣzingƣa elip mundaⱪ dǝp oⱪuƣin: —
2 and you have said: What [is] your mother? A lioness, She has crouched down among lions, She has multiplied her whelps in the midst of young lions.
«Xirlar arisida anang ⱪandaⱪ bir qixi xir idi! U yax xirlar arisida yatⱪan, u arslanlirini beⱪip ⱪuwwǝtlidi.
3 And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
U arslanliridin birini qong ⱪildi, u yax xir bolup qiⱪti; U owni tutup yirtixni ɵgǝndi; U adǝmlǝrnimu yǝwetǝtti.
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
Əllǝr uningdin hǝwǝr anglidi; U ularning ora toziⱪida tutuwelindi; Ular uning burniƣa ilmǝkni selip, Misir zeminiƣa epkǝtti.
5 And as she waited she sees that her hope has perished, And she takes one of her whelps, She has made him a young lion.
Qix xir ɵzining arminini bikar kütkinini, Ümidning yoⱪalƣanliⱪini kɵrüp, U baxⱪa bir arslinini elip, Uni beⱪip yax xir ⱪildi;
6 And he goes up and down in the midst of lions, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
U xirlar arisida uyan-buyan kǝzdi; U yax xir bolup, Owni tutup yirtixni ɵgǝndi; U adǝmlǝrnimu yǝwetǝtti.
7 And he knows his forsaken habitations, And he has laid waste [to] their cities, And the land and its fullness is desolate, Because of the voice of his roaring.
U ularning istiⱨkamlirini buzup, Ularning xǝⱨǝrlirini harabǝ ⱪiliwǝtti; Zemin wǝ uning üstidiki ⱨǝmmisi uning ⱨɵrkirigǝn awazi bilǝn dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüxti.
8 And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
Andin ǝllǝr uning ǝtrapidiki rayonlardin kelip uningƣa ⱪarxi qiⱪti; Ular uning üstigǝ torini yeyip taxlidi; U ularning ora toziⱪida tutuwelindi.
9 And they put him in prison—in chains, And they bring him to the king of Babylon, They bring him into bulwarks, So that his voice is not heard On mountains of Israel anymore.
Ular burniƣa ilmǝk selip ⱪǝpǝskǝ solidi; Uni Babilning padixaⱨiƣa apardi; Ular uni torliriƣa eliwaldi; Xuning bilǝn uning awazi Israil taƣlirida ⱪaytidin anglanmaydu.
10 Your mother, like the vine in your blood, Is being planted by waters, She was bearing fruit and full of boughs, Because of many waters.
Sening anang üzümzaringda bir üzüm teli idi; U su boyida tiklǝngǝnidi; Sularning molluⱪidin, U intayin mewilik, kɵp xahlik boldi.
11 And she has strong rods for scepters of rulers, And she is high in stature above—between thick branches, And it appears in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
Uning küqlük xahliri bar idi, Ⱨɵküm sürgüqilǝrning xaⱨanǝ ⱨasiliriƣa layiⱪ idi; Uning boyi bulutlardinmu egiz kɵkkǝ taⱪaxti, U egizliki wǝ xahlirining nurƣunliⱪi bilǝn kɵrünǝrlik idi;
12 And she is plucked up in fury, She has been cast to the earth, And the east wind has dried up her fruit, [The] rod of her strength has been broken and withered, Fire has consumed it.
Biraⱪ u ⱪǝⱨr bilǝn yulundi, U yǝrgǝ taxlandi, Xǝrⱪ xamili mewisini ⱪurutiwǝtti; Uning küqlük xahliri sunduruldi, ⱪaƣjirap kǝtti; Ot ularni yutuwaldi.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
Ⱨazir u qɵl-bayawanda, Qangⱪaⱪ, susiz bir yǝrdǝ tikildi;
14 And fire goes forth from a rod of her boughs, It has devoured her fruit, And she has no rod of strength—a scepter to rule, A lamentation—and she has become for a lamentation!”
Uning xahlirining birsidin ot qiⱪip, Uning bihliri ⱨǝm mewisini yutuwaldi; Xuning bilǝn uningda ⱨɵkümdarning xaⱨanǝ ⱨasisi bolƣudǝk küqlük xehi ⱪalmidi. Bu sɵzlǝr mǝrsiyǝdur, bular pǝⱪǝt mǝrsiyǝ üqünla ixlitilidu».
