Isaiah 47
1 “Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, O tender and delicate one.
«I Babilning pak qizi, kélip topa-changgha oltur; I kaldiylerning qizi, textsiz bolup yerge oltur! Chünki sen «latapetlik we nazuk» dep ikkinchi atalmaysen.
2 Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
«Tügmen téshini chörüp, un tart emdi, Chümperdengni échip tashla, Könglikingni séliwet, Pachiqingni yalingachla, Deryalardin su kéchip öt;
3 Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”
Uyatliqing échilidu; Berheq, nomusunggha tégilidu; Men intiqam alimen, Héchkimni ayap qoymaymen.
4 Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
Bizning Hemjemet-Qutquzghuchimiz bolsa, «Samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar» Uning nami; U Israildiki Muqeddes Bolghuchidur.
5 “Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.
I kaldiylerning qizi, süküt qélip jim oltur, Qarangghuluqqa kirip ket; Chünki buningdin kéyin ikkinchi «seltenetlerning xanishi» dep atalmaysen.
6 I have been angry against My people, I have defiled My inheritance And I give them into your hand, You have not appointed mercies for them, You have made your yoke very heavy on the aged,
Men Öz xelqimdin ghezeplendim, Shunga Özümning mirasimni bulghiwettim, Shuning bilen ularni qolunggha tapshurup berdim; Sen bolsang ulargha héchqandaq rehim körsetmiding; Yashan’ghanlarning üstigimu boyunturuqlarni intayin éghir qilip salding;
7 And you say, I am mistress for all time, While you have not laid these things to your heart, You have not remembered the latter end of it.
Shuning bilen sen: — «Men menggüge xanish bolimen» dep, Mushu ishlarni könglüngdin héch ötküzmiding; Ularning aqiwitini héch oylap baqmidingsen.
8 And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently—Who is saying in her heart, I [am], and none else, I do not sit [as] a widow, nor know bereavement.
Emdi hazir, i endishisiz yashap kelgüchi, Öz-özige: «Menla bardurmen, mendin bashqa héchkim yoqtur, Men hergiz tul ayalning japasini yaki balilardin mehrum bolushning japasini tartmaymen» — dégüchi, I sen eysh-ishretke bérilgüchisen, Shuni anglap qoy: —
9 And these two things come to you, In a moment, in one day: childlessness and widowhood, They have come on you according to their perfection, In the multitude of your sorceries, In the exceeding might of your charms.
«Del mushu ikki ish, — Balilardin mehrum bolush we tulluq — Bir deqiqide, bir kün ichidila béshinggha teng chüshidu; Nurghunlighan jadugerlikliring tüpeylidin, Bek köp epsunliring üchün ular toluq béshinggha kélidu.
10 And you are confident in your wickedness, You have said, There is none seeing me, Your wisdom and your knowledge, It is turning you back, And you say in your heart, I [am], and none else.
Chünki sen özüngning rezillikingge tayan’ghansen, Sen «Héchkim méni körmeydu» — déding; Séning danaliqing we biliming özüngni éziqturup, Sen könglüngde: — «Menla bardurmen, mendin bashqa biri yoqtur» — déding.
11 And evil has come in on you, You do not know its rising, And disaster falls on you, You are not able to pacify it, And desolation comes on you suddenly, You do not know.
Biraq balayi’apet séni bésip kélidu; Sen uning kélip chiqishini bilmeysen; Halaket béshinggha chüshidu; Sen héchqandaq «hamiy puli» bilen uni tosalmaysen; Sen héch kütmigen weyranchiliq tuyuqsiz séni bésip chüshidu.
12 Now stand in your charms, And in the multitude of your sorceries, In which you have labored from your youth, It may be you are able to profit, It may be you terrify!
Emdi qéni, yashliqingdin tartip özüngni upritip kelgen epsunliringni, Shundaqla nurghunlighan jadugerlikliringni hazir oqup turiwer; Kim bilsun, sen ulardin payda körüp qalamsen? Birer némini tewritip qoyalarsen herqachan?!
13 You have been wearied in the multitude of your counsels, Now stand up and let them save you—The charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months—From those things that come on you!
Sen alghan meslihetliring bilen halsizlinip ketting; Emdi asmanlargha qarap tebir bergüchiler, Yultuzlargha qarap palchiliq qilghuchilar, Yéngi aylarni közitip munejjimlik qilip ishlarni «aldin’ala éytquchilar» ornidin teng turup béshinggha chüshidighanlardin séni qutquzsun!
14 Behold, they have been as stubble! Fire has burned them, They do not deliver themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
Mana, ular paxaldek bolup kétidu; Ot ularni köydüriwétidu; Ular özlirini yalqunning qolidin qutquzalmaydu; Biraq ularda ademni issitqudek héch kömür, Yaki adem issin’ghudek héch gülxan yoqtur!
15 So they have been to you with whom you have labored, Your merchants from your youth, They have each wandered to his passage, None is saving you!”
Séni aware qilghan, Yashliqingdin tartip sende soda qilghanlar sanga mushundaq paydisiz bolidu; Herbiri öz yolini izdep kétip qalidu; Séni qutquzghudek héchkim yoqtur.
