Isaiah 23
1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Tur toghruluq yüklen’gen wehiy: — — I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki u xarab qilindi, Shu yerde öy yoq, portmu yoq. Séprus arilidin bu xewer [kémidikiler]ge ayan qilinidu.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Zidondiki sodigerler déngizdin ötüp silerni teminlep keldi, i araldikiler, Emdi shük bolunglar!
3 And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
Shihordiki bipayan sular üstidin yötkigen danlar, Yeni Nil deryasining hosuli Turning daramiti bolghanidi; U ellerning baziri bolghanidi!
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
I Zidon, xijalet bol, Chünki déngiz — yeni Turgha qorghan bolghan déngiz deyduki: — «Mende héch tolghaq bolmidi, héch tughmidim, Yigitlerni yaki qizlarni héch baqmighandekmen!»
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Mushu xewer Misirgha yetkende, Ularmu bu xewer xuddi turgha kelgendek qattiq azablinidu.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
— Siler déngizdin ötüp Tarshishqa kétinglar! I déngiz boyidikiler, ah-zar kötürünglar!
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Silerning qedim eyyamdin bar bolghan, Shad-xuramliqqa tolghan shehiringlar mushumu?! Mana ularning putliri özlirini musapir qilishqa yiraqlargha kötürüp baridu!
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
Tajlarni iltipat qilghuchi bolghan, Sodigerliri emirler bolghan, Dellalliri jahanda abruyluqlar hésablan’ghan turning bu teghdirini kim békitken?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
— Bularni békitküchi samawi qoshunlarning Serdari Perwerdigardur! Meqsiti bolsa shan-shöhrettin kélip chiqqan jimi tekebburluqni reswa qilish, Jahandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluqlarni pesleshtürüshtin ibaret!
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Tarshishning qizi, Nil deryasidek öz zéminingda erkin-azade yayra! Chünki [Turdin] kelgen tizgin hazir yoq.
11 He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
Chünki Perwerdigar qolini déngiz üstige uzitip, Döletlerni tewritidu. U Qanaan toghruluq emr qilghan, Uningdiki qel’e-qorghanlarni yoqutulsun dep perman chüshürgen.
12 And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
We: — «I basqunchiliqqa uchrighan Zidon qizi, Sen ikkinchi héch tentene qilmaysen, Ornungdin turup, Séprus ariligha ötüp ketkin, Hetta shu yerde sen héch aram tapmaysen» — dédi.
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
Qaranglar, Babil-kaldiylerning zéminini! Bu yerning xelqi bolup baqmighandek qilidu; Asuriye uni chöl-bayawan janiwarliri üchün makan qilghan; Poteylerni yasap, ularning saray-ordilirini weyran qilip, xarabilikke aylanduruwetken.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki qorghininglar xarab qilindi.
15 And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
We shu küni boliduki, Padishahning künlerni hésablighinidek, Tur yetmish yil untulidu. Yetmish yil ötkendin kéyin, Turning ehwali pahishe ayalning naxshisidek bolidu;
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
Chiltarni élip, sheherni aylinip yür, I untulghan pahishe ayal! Özüngge yene xeqning diqqitini tartay déseng, Yéqimliq bir pede chélip, köprek naxshilarni éyt!
17 And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
Emdi shundaq boliduki, Yetmish yilning ötüshi bilen, Perwerdigar Turni yoqlaydu; Shuning bilen u yene özini ijarige bérip, Yer yüzidiki hemme padishahliqlar bilen yene buzuqchiliq qilidu;
18 And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
Shuning bilen uning malliri we özini sétip, tapqan puli bolsa Perwerdigargha atilip muqeddes bolidu; U xezinige sélinmaydu yaki toplanmaydu, Chünki uning mushu sodisi bolsa Perwerdigarning aldida turghanlar üchün ayrim qilinidu; U ulargha qan’ghuche yep-ichishke, shundaqla ularning ésil kiyim-kéchekliri üchün ishlitilidu.
