Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
Dǝmǝxⱪ toƣruluⱪ yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy: — Mana, Dǝmǝxⱪ xǝⱨǝr bolup turuwǝrmǝy, naⱨayiti bir dɵwǝ harabiliⱪⱪa aylandurulidu.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Aroǝrdiki xǝⱨǝrlǝr adǝmzatsiz bolup, Ⱪoy padiliriƣa ⱪaldurulidu, Ular tinq-aman yatidu, Ularni ⱪorⱪutⱪudǝk ⱨeqbir adǝmmu kɵrünmǝydu.
3 And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
Əfraimda bolsa, ⱪorƣanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrlǝr yoⱪilidu, Dǝmǝxⱪning xaⱨanǝ ⱨoⱪuⱪi, Suriyǝning ⱪalduⱪliri yoⱪilidu; Ular «Israilning xɵⱨriti»dǝk yoⱪ bolidu. — dǝydu samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
4 And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
Xu küni xundaⱪ boliduki, Yaⱪupning xɵⱨriti suslixip, Tenidiki semiz ǝtlǝr sizip ketidu.
5 And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the Valley of Rephaim,
Ularning ⱨali bolsa ormiqi buƣday orƣandin keyin, Yǝni biliki bilǝn yiƣip orƣandin keyin, Ⱨǝtta Rǝfayim jilƣisida adǝmlǝr baxaⱪlarni tǝrgǝndin keyinki ⱨalǝtkǝ ohxax, [ⱪalƣini yoⱪ deyǝrlik bolidu];
6 And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, God of Israel!
Ⱨalbuki, yǝnǝ azraⱪ tǝrgüdǝk baxaⱪ, Zǝytun dǝrihi silkingǝndin keyin, Əng uqida ikki-üq tal mewǝ, Kɵp mewiligǝn xahlirida tɵt-bǝx tal mewǝ ⱪaldurulidu, — dǝydu Israilning Hudasi bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
7 In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
— Xu küni insan bolsa Yaratⱪuqisiƣa nǝzirini tikidu, Kɵzi Israildiki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqida bolidu.
8 And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
Ular ɵz ⱪurbangaⱨliriƣa, yǝni ɵz ⱪoli bilǝn yasiƣanliriƣa, Yaki barmaⱪliri bilǝn xǝkillǝndürgǝnlirigǝ ⱨeq ⱪarimaydu, Nǝ «Axǝraⱨ»larƣa nǝ «kün tüwrükliri»gǝ ⱨeq ümid baƣlimaydu.
9 In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
Xu künidǝ uning ⱪorƣanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrliri, Əslidiki Israillarning aldida qatⱪalliⱪⱪa wǝ taⱪir taƣlarƣa aylandurulƣan harabǝ xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Ⱨǝmmisi wǝyran bolup ketidu.
10 Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
Qünki nijating bolƣan Hudani untup ⱪalding, Küqüng bolƣan «Ⱪoram Tax Bolƣuqi»ni ǝslimiding; Xunga sǝn «sǝrhil» ɵsümlüklǝrni tikip ⱪoyƣining bilǝn, Wǝ yaⱪa yurttiki üzüm tallirini tikkining bilǝn,
11 You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
Ularni tikkǝn künila yaxartⱪining bilǝn, Tikkǝn ǝtisila ularni qeqǝklǝtkining bilǝn, Ⱨosuliƣa erixkǝn künidǝ, u pǝⱪǝt bir patman dawaliƣusiz ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝt bolidu, halas!
12 Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
Ⱨǝy! Kɵp hǝlⱪlǝrning quⱪan-sürǝnliri! Ular dengiz-okyanlarni urƣutup dolⱪunlardǝk xawⱪunlarni kɵtüridu, Aⱨ, ǝllǝrning ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliri! Dolⱪunlanƣan küqlük sulardǝk ular ⱪaynam-taxⱪinlarni kɵtüridu.
13 Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
Əllǝr uluƣ sularning ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliridǝk dolⱪunlinip ketidu; Biraⱪ U ularning dǝkkisini berixi bilǝnla, ular yiraⱪⱪa bǝdǝr ⱪeqip ketidu. Ular taƣdiki ot-qɵplǝrning topa-topanliri xamalda yiraⱪlarƣa uquruwetilgǝndǝk, Ⱪara ⱪuyun aldida qang-tozanglar ⱪuyun bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetilidu!
14 At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Kǝqtǝ — wǝⱨimǝ! Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ — yoⱪ biraⱪ! Mana bizni bulap kǝtkǝnlǝrning nesiwisi, Bizdin olja-ƣǝniymǝt eliwalƣanlarning aⱪiwitidur!
