Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab: for in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
Moab toƣrisida yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Ar xǝⱨiri wǝyran ⱪilinidu; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Kir xǝⱨiri yoⱪ ⱪilinidu;
2 They have gone up to the temple, and to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. On every head is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
Yiƣa-zarlar kɵtürüx üqün, Mana u buthanisiƣa, Dibonƣa, xundaⱪla [barliⱪ] egizliklirigǝ qiⱪti; Moab Nebo wǝ Mǝdǝba xǝⱨǝrliri üqün pǝryad kɵtüridu; Ⱨǝmmǝ baxlar taⱪir kɵrünidu, Jimiki saⱪallar kesilip qüxürüldi.
3 In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Koqilarda ular bɵz kiyidu; Ɵgziliridǝ, mǝydanlirida, ⱨǝrbir adǝm kɵz yaxlirini yaƣdurup pǝryad kɵtüridu.
4 Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.
Ⱨǝxbonƣa, Elealaⱨ xǝⱨǝrlirigǝ yiƣa olixidu, Awazliri Yaⱨaz xǝⱨirigimu yetip baridu. Xunga Moabning ǝskǝrlirimu nida ⱪilidu; Uning wujud-baƣrini titrǝk basidu.
5 My heart cries out for Moab. Her Nazirites flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
Mening ⱪǝlbimmu Moab üqün yiƣa-zar kɵtüridu; Ularning ⱪaqⱪunliri Zoarƣa ⱨǝm Əglat-Xeli-Xijaƣa bǝdǝr ⱪaqidu; Mana ular toplixip, yiƣliƣan peti Luⱨitⱪa qiⱪidiƣan dawan yoli bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa mangidu, Ⱨoronaimƣa qüxidiƣan yolda turup ⱨalakǝttin nalǝ-zar kɵtüridu.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Qünki Nimrimdiki sular ⱪurup ketidu, Ot-qɵplǝr solixip, Gül-giyaⱨ tügǝp ketidu; Ⱨeq yap-yexilliⱪ ⱪalmaydu.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
Xunga ular bayliⱪliri, tapⱪan-tǝrginini yiƣip «Tǝrǝk wadisi»din ɵtmǝkqi bolidu;
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing as far as Eglaim, and its wailing as far as Beer Elim.
Ularning kɵtürgǝn yiƣisi Moabning qegrasiƣa, Aⱨu-zarliri ǝglaimƣa, Piƣanliri Bǝǝr-elimƣa yetidu.
9 For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dibon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
Dimonning suliri ⱪanƣa tolup ketidu, Qünki Dimonning üstigǝ tehimu kɵp balayi’apǝtni toplaymǝn; Qünki Moabning ⱪaqⱪunliri ⱨǝm zeminida ⱪalƣanliriningmu üstigǝ bir xirni ǝwǝtimǝn.
