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 ⱪizi, kelip topa-qangƣa oltur; I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, tǝhtsiz bolup yǝrgǝ oltur! Qünki sǝn «latapǝtlik wǝ nazuk» dǝp ikkinqi atalmaysǝn.
2 Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
«Tügmǝn texini qɵrüp, un tart ǝmdi, Qümpǝrdǝngni eqip taxla, Kɵnglikingni seliwǝt, Paqiⱪingni yalingaqla, Dǝryalardin su keqip ɵt;
3 Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”
Uyatliⱪing eqilidu; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, nomusungƣa tegilidu; Mǝn intiⱪam alimǝn, Ⱨeqkimni ayap ⱪoymaymǝn.
4 Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
Bizning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqimiz bolsa, «Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar» Uning nami; U Israildiki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqidur.
5 “Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.
I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, süküt ⱪelip jim oltur, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa kirip kǝt; Qünki buningdin keyin ikkinqi «sǝltǝnǝtlǝrning hanixi» dǝp atalmaysǝn.
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,
Mǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪimdin ƣǝzǝplǝndim, Xunga Ɵzümning mirasimni bulƣiwǝttim, Xuning bilǝn ularni ⱪolungƣa tapxurup bǝrdim; Sǝn bolsang ularƣa ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ rǝⱨim kɵrsǝtmiding; Yaxanƣanlarning üstigimu boyunturuⱪlarni intayin eƣir ⱪilip 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.
Xuning bilǝn sǝn: — «Mǝn mǝnggügǝ hanix bolimǝn» dǝp, Muxu ixlarni kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding; Ularning aⱪiwitini ⱨeq oylap baⱪmidingsǝn.
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.
Əmdi ⱨazir, i ǝndixisiz yaxap kǝlgüqi, Ɵz-ɵzigǝ: «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz tul ayalning japasini yaki balilardin mǝⱨrum boluxning japasini tartmaymǝn» — degüqi, I sǝn ǝyx-ixrǝtkǝ berilgüqisǝn, Xuni anglap ⱪoy: —
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.
«Dǝl muxu ikki ix, — Balilardin mǝⱨrum bolux wǝ tulluⱪ — Bir dǝⱪiⱪidǝ, bir kün iqidila bexingƣa tǝng qüxidu; Nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliring tüpǝylidin, Bǝk kɵp ǝpsunliring üqün ular toluⱪ bexingƣa kelidu.
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.
Qünki sǝn ɵzüngning rǝzillikinggǝ tayanƣansǝn, Sǝn «Ⱨeqkim meni kɵrmǝydu» — deding; Sening danaliⱪing wǝ biliming ɵzüngni eziⱪturup, Sǝn kɵnglüngdǝ: — «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa biri yoⱪtur» — deding.
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.
Biraⱪ balayi’apǝt seni besip kelidu; Sǝn uning kelip qiⱪixini bilmǝysǝn; Ⱨalakǝt bexingƣa qüxidu; Sǝn ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ «ⱨamiy puli» bilǝn uni tosalmaysǝn; Sǝn ⱨeq kütmigǝn wǝyranqiliⱪ tuyuⱪsiz seni besip qüxidu.
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!
Əmdi ⱪeni, yaxliⱪingdin tartip ɵzüngni upritip kǝlgǝn ǝpsunliringni, Xundaⱪla nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliringni ⱨazir oⱪup turiwǝr; Kim bilsun, sǝn ulardin payda kɵrüp ⱪalamsǝn? Birǝr nemini tǝwritip ⱪoyalarsǝn ⱨǝrⱪaqan?!
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!
Sǝn alƣan mǝsliⱨǝtliring bilǝn ⱨalsizlinip kǝtting; Əmdi asmanlarƣa ⱪarap tǝbir bǝrgüqilǝr, Yultuzlarƣa ⱪarap palqiliⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar, Yengi aylarni kɵzitip munǝjjimlik ⱪilip ixlarni «aldin’ala eytⱪuqilar» ornidin tǝng turup bexingƣa qüxidiƣanlardin seni ⱪutⱪuzsun!
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 pahaldǝk bolup ketidu; Ot ularni kɵydüriwetidu; Ular ɵzlirini yalⱪunning ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzalmaydu; Biraⱪ ularda adǝmni issitⱪudǝk ⱨeq kɵmür, Yaki adǝm issinƣudǝk ⱨeq gülhan yoⱪtur!
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!”
Seni awarǝ ⱪilƣan, Yaxliⱪingdin tartip sǝndǝ soda ⱪilƣanlar sanga muxundaⱪ paydisiz bolidu; Ⱨǝrbiri ɵz yolini izdǝp ketip ⱪalidu; Seni ⱪutⱪuzƣudǝk ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur.
