Proverbs 30
1 Words of Agur, son of Jakeh, the burden, a declaration of the man to Ithiel—to Ithiel and Ucal: I have wearied myself [for] God, I have wearied myself [for] God, and am consumed.
Töwendikiler Yakehning oghli Agurgha wehiy bilen kelgen sözlerdur: Bu adem Itiyelge, yeni Itiyel bilen Ukalgha mundaq sözlerni dégen: —
2 For I am more brutish than anyone, And do not have the understanding of a man.
Men derweqe insanlar arisidiki eng nadini, haywan’gha oxshashturmen; Mende insan eqli yoq.
3 Nor have I learned wisdom, Yet I know the knowledge of the Holy Ones.
Danaliqni héch ögenmidim; Eng Pak-Muqeddes Bolghuchi heqqidimu sawatim yoqtur.
4 Who went up to the heavens, and comes down? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has bound waters in a garment? Who established all ends of the earth? What [is] His Name? And what [is] His Son’s Name? Surely you know!
Kim ershke kötürülgen, yaki ershtin chüshken? Kim shamalni qollirida tutqan? Kim sularni Öz tonigha yögep qoyghan? Kim yer-zéminning chégralirini belgiligen? Uning ismi néme? Uning Oghlining ismi néme? Bilemsen-yoq?
5 Every saying of God [is] tried, He [is] a shield to those trusting in Him.
Tengrining herbir sözi sinilip ispatlinip kelgendur; U Özige tayan’ghanlarning hemmisini qoghdaydighan qalqandur.
6 Do not add to His words, lest He reason with you, And you have been found false.
Uning sözlirige héch nerse qoshma; Undaq qilsang, U séni eyibleydu, Séning yalghanchiliqing ashkarilinidu.
7 Two things I have asked from You, Do not withhold from me before I die.
I [Xudayim], Sendin ikki nersini tileymen; Men ölgüche bularni mendin ayimighaysen: —
8 Put vanity and a lying word far from me, Do not give poverty or wealth to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,
Saxtiliq we yalghanchiliqni mendin yiraq qilghaysen; Méni gadaymu qilmay, baymu qilmay, belki éhtiyajimgha layiqla riziq bergeysen.
9 Lest I become satiated, and have denied, And have said, “Who [is] YHWH?” And lest I am poor, and have stolen, And have laid hold of the Name of my God.
Chünki ziyade toyup ketsem, Sendin yénip: «Perwerdigar dégen kim?» — dep qélishim mumkin. Yaki gaday bolup qalsam, oghriliq qilip, Sen Xudayimning namigha dagh keltürüshim mumkin.
10 Do not accuse a servant to his lord, Lest he disapprove of you, and you are found guilty.
Xojayinining aldida uning quli üstidin shikayet qilma, Bolmisa u séni qarghap lenet qilidu, eyibkar bolisen.
11 A generation lightly esteems their father, And does not bless their mother.
Öz atisini qarghaydighan, Öz anisigha bext tilimeydighan bir dewr bar,
12 A generation—pure in their own eyes, But not washed from their own filth.
Özini pak chaghlaydighan, emeliyette meynetchilikidin héch yuyulmighan bir dewr bar,
13 A generation—how high are their eyes, Indeed, their eyelids are lifted up.
Bir dewr bar — ah, kibirlikidin neziri némidégen üstün, Hakawurluqidin hali némidégen chong!
14 A generation—their teeth [are] swords, And their jaw-teeth [are] knives, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from [among] men.
Uning ajizlar we yoqsullarni yalmap yutuwétidighan chishliri qilichtek, Éziq chishliri pichaqtek bolghan bir dewr bar!
15 To the leech [are] two daughters—Give! Give! Behold, three things are not satisfied, Four have not said “Sufficiency”;
Zülükning ikki qizi bar, ular herdaim: «Bergin, bergin» dep towlishar. Hergiz toyunmaydighan üch nerse bar, hergiz qanaetlenmeydighan töt nerse bar, ular bolsimu: —
16 Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth—it [is] not satisfied [with] water, And fire—it has not said, “Sufficiency,” (Sheol h7585)
Gör, tughmas xotunning qarni, Sugha toyunmighan qurghaq Yer. We hergiz «boldi, toydum» démeydighan ottin ibaret. (Sheol h7585)
17 An eye that mocks at a father, And despises to obey a mother, Ravens of the valley dig it out, And young eagles eat it.
Atisini mesxire qilidighan, Anisini kemsitidighan közni bolsa, Qagha-quzghunlar choqular, Bürkütning balilirimu uni yer.
18 Three things have been too wonderful for me, Indeed, four that I have not known:
Men üchün intayin tilsimat üch nerse bar; Shundaq, men chüshinelmeydighan töt ish bar: —
19 The way of the eagle in the heavens, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the heart of the sea, And the way of a man in youth.
Bürkütning asmandiki uchush yoli, Yilanning tashta béghirlap mangidighan yoli, Kémining déngizdiki yoli we yigitning qizgha ashiq bolushtiki yolidur.
20 So—the way of an adulterous woman, She has eaten and has wiped her mouth, And has said, “I have not done iniquity.”
Zinaxor xotunning yolimu shundaqtur; U bir némini yep bolup aghzini sürtiwetken kishidek: «Men héchqandaq yamanliqni qilmidim!» — deydu.
21 For three things has earth been troubled, And for four—it is not able to bear:
Yer-zémin üch nerse astida biaram bolar; U kötürelmeydighan töt ish bar: —
22 For a servant when he reigns, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,
Padishah bolghan qul, Tamaqqa toyghan hamaqet,
23 For a hated one when she rules, And a maidservant when she succeeds her mistress.
Nepretke patqan, erge tegken xotun, Öz xanimining ornini basqan dédek.
24 Four [are] little ones of earth, And they are made wiser than the wise:
Yer yüzide téni kichik, lékin intayin eqilliq töt xil janiwar bar: —
25 The ants [are] a people not strong, And they prepare their food in summer,
Chömüliler küchlük xelq bolmisimu, biraq yazda ozuq teyyarliwélishni bilidu;
26 hyraxes [are] a people not strong, And they place their house in a rock,
Sughurlar özi ajiz bir qowm bolsimu, xada tashlarning arisigha uwa salidu;
27 There is no king to the locust, And it goes out—each one shouting,
Chéketkilerning padishahi bolmisimu, lékin qatar tizilip retlik mangidu;
28 A spider with two hands takes hold, And is in the palaces of a king.
Keslenchükni qol bilen tutuwalghili bolidu, Lékin xan ordilirida yashaydu.
29 There are three going well, Indeed, four are good in going:
Qedemliri heywetlik üch janiwar bar, Kishige zoq bérip mangidighan töt nerse bar: —
30 An old lion—mighty among beasts, That does not turn back from the face of any,
Haywanatlar ichide eng küchlük, héch némidin qorqmas shir,
31 A girt one of the loins, Also a male goat, And a king—troops with him.
Zilwa beyge iti, Téke, We puqraliri qollaydighan padishahdur.
32 If you have been foolish in lifting yourself up, And if you have devised evil—hand to mouth!
Eger sen exmeqliq qilip özüngni bek yuqiri orun’gha qoyuwalghan bolsang, We yaki telwe bir oyda bolghan bolsang, Qolung bilen aghzingni yum!
33 For the churning of milk brings out butter, And the wringing of the nose brings out blood, And the forcing of anger brings out strife!
Kala süti qochulsa sériq may chiqar; Birining burni mijilsa, qan chiqar; Adawet qozghap intiqam oylisa jédel-majira chiqar.
