< Proverbs 7 >
1 My son! Keep my sayings, And lay up my commands with you.
I oƣlum, sɵzlirimgǝ ǝmǝl ⱪil, Tapxuruⱪlirimni yürikingdǝ saⱪla.
2 Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of your eye.
Tapxuruⱪlirimƣa ǝmǝl ⱪilsang, yaxnaysǝn; Tǝlimlirimni kɵz ⱪariquⱪungni asriƣandǝk asra.
3 Bind them on your fingers, Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Ularni barmaⱪliringƣa tengip ⱪoy, Ⱪǝlb tahtangƣa yeziwal.
4 Say to wisdom, “You [are] my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!”
Danaliⱪni, sǝn ⱨǝdǝ-singlim, degin, Pǝm-parasǝtni «tuƣⱪinim» dǝp qaⱪir.
5 To preserve you from a strange woman, From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilsang, ular seni yat hotundin yiraⱪlaxturidu, Aƣzidin siliⱪ sɵz qiⱪidiƣan yoqun ayaldin neri ⱪilidu.
6 For at a window of my house, I have looked out through my casement,
[Bir ⱪetim] ɵyning derizǝ kɵznǝkliridin taxⱪiriƣa ⱪariƣinimda,
7 And I see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
Birnǝqqǝ yax, sadda yigitlǝrni kɵrdüm, Ularning iqidin bir ǝⱪilsizni kɵrüp ⱪaldim,
8 Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he steps,
U koqa boylap buzuⱪ [hotun turuxluⱪ] doⱪmuxtin ɵtüp, Andin uning ɵyi tǝrǝpkǝ ⱪarap mangdi.
9 In the twilight—in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
Kǝqⱪurun ⱪarangƣu qüxkǝndǝ, Zulmǝt keqǝ, ay ⱪarangƣusida [ixiki aldidin ɵtti].
10 And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart,
Mana, ɵydin bir hotun qiⱪip uni kütüwaldi; Kiyimi paⱨixǝ ayallarningkidǝk bolup, Niyiti ⱨiylǝ-mikir idi.
11 She [is] noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house.
Aƣzi bixǝm-ⱨayasiz, naⱨayiti jaⱨil bir hotun, U ɵyidǝ turmaydu,
12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And she lies in wait near every corner)—
Birdǝ mǝⱨǝllidǝ, birdǝ mǝydanlarda, U koqilardiki ⱨǝr doⱪmuxta paylap yüridu.
13 And she laid hold on him and kissed him, She has hardened her face and says to him,
Ⱨeliⱪi yax yigitni tartip, uni sɵyüp, Nomussizlarqǝ uningƣa: —
14 “Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, Today I have completed my vows.
«Ɵyümdǝ «inaⱪliⱪ ⱪurbanliⱪi» gɵxi bar, Mǝn bügün Hudaƣa ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilƣan ⱪurbanliⱪni ⱪildim,
15 Therefore I have come forth to meet you, To earnestly seek your face, and I find you.
Xunga mǝn sizni qaⱪirƣili qiⱪtim, Didaringizƣa tǝlpünüp izdidim. Əmdi sizni tepiwaldim!
16 I decked my bed [with] ornamental coverings, Carved works—cotton of Egypt.
Karwitimƣa Misirning kǝxtilik, yolluⱪ libas yapⱪuqlirini yaptim.
17 I sprinkled my bed [with] myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Orun-kɵrpilirimgǝ hux puraⱪ murmǝkki, muǝttǝr wǝ ⱪowzaⱪ darqinlarni qaqtim.
18 Come, we are filled [with] love until the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
Keling, tang atⱪuqǝ muⱨǝbbǝtlixǝyli, oynap ⱨuzurlinayli, Kɵnglimiz ⱪanƣuqǝ ɵzara ǝyx-ixrǝt ⱪilayli,
19 For the man is not in his house, He has gone on a long journey.
Erim ɵydǝ yoⱪ, yiraⱪ sǝpǝrgǝ qiⱪip kǝtti.
20 He has taken a bag of money in his hand, At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.”
U bir ⱨǝmyan pul elip kǝtti, Ay tolƣuqǝ u ɵygǝ kǝlmǝydu» — dedi.
21 She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, She forces him with the flattery of her lips.
Ayal kɵp xerin sɵzliri bilǝn rasa ⱪiziⱪturdi, Qirayliⱪ gǝpliri bilǝn uni ǝsir ⱪiliwaldi.
22 He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, And as a chain to the discipline of a fool,
Soyuxⱪa elip mangƣan ɵküzdǝk, Ⱨamaⱪǝt kixi kixǝn bilǝn jazaƣa mangƣandǝk, Ⱪiltaⱪⱪa qüxkǝn ⱪuxtǝk, Yigit uning kǝynidin mangdi. Jigirini oⱪ texip ɵtmiguqǝ, U bu ixning ⱨayatiƣa zamin bolidiƣanliⱪini ⱨeq bilmǝydu.
23 Until an arrow splits his liver, As a bird has hurried to a snare, And has not known that it [is] for its life.
24 And now, you sons, listen to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.
I oƣullirim, sɵzlirimni kɵngül ⱪoyup anglanglar, Degǝnlirimgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar,
25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
Ⱪǝlbinglarni bundaⱪ hotunning yoliƣa kǝtküzmǝnglar, Uning aldam haltisiƣa qüxüp kǝtmǝnglar.
26 For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty [are] all her slain ones.
Bundaⱪ ayal nurƣun kixilǝrni yiⱪitip yarilandurƣan, Uning boƣuzliƣan adǝmliri tolimu kɵptur,
27 The ways of Sheol—her house, Going down to inner chambers of death! (Sheol )
Uning ɵyi bolsa tǝⱨtisaraning kirix eƣizidur, Adǝmni «ⱨalakǝt meⱨmanhanisi»ƣa qüxürüx yolidur. (Sheol )