Isaiah 15
1 The prophecy concerning Moab. Yea! in the night of assault was Ar of Moab a ruin! In the night of assault was Kir of Moab a ruin!
Moab toƣrisida yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Ar xǝⱨiri wǝyran ⱪilinidu; Ⱨalakǝtlik bir kǝqtila, Moabtiki Kir xǝⱨiri yoⱪ ⱪilinidu;
2 They go up to the temple, and to Dibon, to weep upon the high places; Upon Nebo and upon Medeba doth Moab howl; On every head is baldness, And every beard is shorn.
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 gird themselves with sackcloth; On the tops of their houses and in their public walks every one howleth, And melteth away with weeping.
Koqilarda ular bɵz kiyidu; Ɵgziliridǝ, mǝydanlirida, ⱨǝrbir adǝm kɵz yaxlirini yaƣdurup pǝryad kɵtüridu.
4 Heshbon and Elealah utter a cry; Even to Jahaz is their voice heard; Therefore the warriors of Moab shriek aloud; Their hearts 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 crieth out for Moab, Whose fugitives wander to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishijah; For they ascend the heights of Luhith weeping, And in the way of Horonaim they raise the 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 are desolate; The grass is withered; the tender plant faileth; There is no green thing left.
Qünki Nimrimdiki sular ⱪurup ketidu, Ot-qɵplǝr solixip, Gül-giyaⱨ tügǝp ketidu; Ⱨeq yap-yexilliⱪ ⱪalmaydu.
7 Wherefore the remnant of their substance and their wealth They shall carry to the brook of willows.
Xunga ular bayliⱪliri, tapⱪan-tǝrginini yiƣip «Tǝrǝk wadisi»din ɵtmǝkqi bolidu;
8 For the cry encompasseth the borders of Moab; Even to Eglaim reacheth her wailing, To Beer-Elim her howling.
Ularning kɵtürgǝn yiƣisi Moabning qegrasiƣa, Aⱨu-zarliri ǝglaimƣa, Piƣanliri Bǝǝr-elimƣa yetidu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; For I bring new evils upon Dimon; Upon him that escapeth of Moab will I send a lion, Even upon him that remaineth in 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.
