Isaiah 42
1 Lo! my Servant, I will uphold him, My chosen, well-pleased is my soul, —I have put my spirit upon him, Justice—to the nations, will he bring forth:
Ⱪaranglar, mana Mǝn yɵlǝydiƣan Ɵz ⱪulumƣa! Jenimning huxalliⱪi bolƣan Mening talliƣinim; Mǝn Ɵz Roⱨimni uning wujudiƣa ⱪondurimǝn, Xuning bilǝn u ǝllǝrgǝ ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni yǝtküzüp beridu.
2 He will not cry out nor will he speak loud, —Nor cause to be heard, in the street, his voice:
U nǝ warⱪirap-jarⱪirimaydu, nǝ quⱪan kɵtürmǝydu nǝ awazini koqilarda anglatmaydu.
3 Cane that is crushed, will he not break, And wick that is fading, will he not quench, —Faithfully, will he bring forth justice:
Taki u ƣǝlibǝ bilǝn toƣra ⱨɵkümlǝrni qiⱪarƣuqǝ, Yanjilƣan ⱪomuxni sundurmaydu, Tütǝp ɵqǝy dǝp ⱪalƣan pilikni ɵqürmǝydu;
4 He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.
Ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni yǝr yüzidǝ tiklimigüqǝ, U ⱨalsizlanmaydu, kɵngli yanmaydu; Arallarmu uning pǝrman-ⱪanunini tǝlmürüp kutidu.
5 Thus, saith GOD himself—Yahweh, —Creator of the heavens that stretched them forth, Out-spreader of earth, and the products thereof, —Giver of breath to the people thereon, And of spirit to them who walk therein,
Asmanlarni yaritip ularni kǝrgǝn, Yǝr-zeminni ⱨǝm uningdin qiⱪⱪanlarni yayƣan, Uningda turuwatⱪan hǝlⱪⱪǝ nǝpǝs, Uning üstidǝ mengiwatⱪanlarƣa roⱨ bǝrgüqi Tǝngri Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ dǝydu: —
6 I—Yahweh, have called thee in righteousness, And will firmly grasp thy hand, —And will keep thee And give thee—As the covenant of a people, As the light of nations:
Mǝnki Pǝrwǝrdigar seni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪ bilǝn xuningƣa qaⱪirƣanmǝnki, — Sening ⱪolungni tutimǝn, Seni ⱪoƣdap saⱪlaymǝn, Ⱨǝm seni hǝlⱪⱪǝ ǝⱨdǝ süpitidǝ, Əllǝrgǝ bir nur ⱪilip berimǝn;
7 To open eyes that are blind, —To bring forth Out of the dungeon the captive Out of the prison, the dwellers in darkness.
Ⱪariƣu kɵzlǝrni eqixⱪa, Zindandin mǝⱨbuslarni, Türmidǝ ⱪarangƣuluⱪ iqidǝ olturƣanlarni ⱪutⱪuzuxⱪa seni [ǝwǝtimǝn].
8 I, am Yahweh, that, is my Name, And, my glory, to another, will I not give, Nor my praise to images.
Mǝn Pǝrwǝrdigardurmǝn; Mening namim xudur; Xan-xǝripimni baxⱪa birsigǝ, Manga tǝwǝ bolƣan mǝdⱨiyini oyma mǝbudlarƣa bǝrmǝymǝn.
9 Things told in advance, lo! they have come to pass, —And new things, am I telling, Ere yet they spring forth, I let, you, hear them.
Mana, aldinⱪi ixlar bolsa ǝmǝlgǝ axurulƣan; Silǝrgǝ yengi ixlarni jakarlaymǝn; Ular tehi yüz bǝrmigüqǝ, Mǝn ularni silǝrgǝ bayan ⱪilimǝn.
10 Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, —Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.
— Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa yengi nahxa eytinglar, I dengizda yürgǝnlǝr ⱨǝm uning iqidiki ⱨǝmmǝ mǝwjudatlar, Arallar ⱨǝm ularda turƣanlarmu, Jaⱨanning qǝt-qǝtliridin Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglar!
11 Let the wilderness shout, and the cities thereof, The villages wherein dwelleth Kedar, —Let the inhabitants of the crag, raise shouts of triumph, From the top of the mountains, let them cry aloud:
Dala ⱨǝm uningdiki xǝⱨǝrlǝr, Kedar ⱪǝbilisidikilǝr turƣan kǝntlǝr awazini kɵtürsun, Seladikilǝr yuⱪiri awazda nahxa eytsun, Taƣlarning qoⱪⱪiliridin tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilsun!
12 Let them render unto Yahweh, glory, —And, his praise, in the Coastlands let them tell.
Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarni uluƣlisun, Uning mǝdⱨiyiliri arallardimu jakarlansun.
13 Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, —He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.
Pǝrwǝrdigar palwandǝk qiⱪidu, Batur lǝxkǝrdǝk otluⱪ muⱨǝbbitini ⱪozƣaydu; U warⱪiraydu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ xirdǝk ⱨɵrkirǝydu; Düxmǝnliri üstigǝ zor küq-ⱪudritini kɵrsitidu.
14 I have held my peace from age-past times, I kept still, I restrained myself, —As a travailing woman, I pant, I breathe hard and gasp, all at once!
— «Mǝn ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝd süküttǝ turup kǝldim; Jim turup ɵzümni besiwelip kǝldim; Biraⱪ ⱨazir tolƣiⱪi tutⱪan ayaldǝk inqiⱪlap towlaymǝn; Ⱨǝm ⱨasiraymǝn ⱨǝm ingraymǝn!
15 I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, —And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:
Mǝn taƣlarni ⱨǝm dɵnglǝrni qɵldǝritimǝn, Ularning ⱨǝmmǝ yexilliⱪlirini ⱪurutiwetimǝn; Dǝryalarni arallarƣa aylanduruwetimǝn; Kɵlqǝklǝrnimu ⱪaƣjiritimǝn.
16 Thus will I lead the blind, by a way they know not, In paths they know not, will I guide them, —I will make the place that was dark before them to be, light. And crooked ways, to be, straight, These things, have I done unto them, And have not forsaken them.
Ⱪariƣularni ɵzi bilmigǝn bir yol bilǝn apirip ⱪoyimǝn, Ularni ular bilmigǝn yollarda yetǝklǝymǝn; Ularning aldida ⱪarangƣuluⱪni nur, Əgri-toⱪay yǝrlǝrni tüptüz ⱪilimǝn. Mǝn muxu ixlarni ⱪilmay ⱪalmaymǝn, Ulardin ⱨeq waz kǝqmǝymǝn.
17 They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, —Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!
Oyma mǝbudlarƣa tayanƣanlar, Ⱪuyma mǝbudlarƣa: «Silǝr ilaⱨlirimizdur» degǝnlǝr bolsa, Ular yoldin yandurulmay ⱪalmaydu, Ⱪattiⱪ xǝrmǝndǝ ⱪilinidu.
18 Ye deaf hear! And ye blind look around that ye may see,
— «Anglanglar, i gaslar! Ⱪariƣular, kɵrüx üqün ⱪaranglar!
19 Who is blind if not my Servant? Or deaf, like, my messenger whom I send? Who is, blind, like an intimate friend? Or blind like the Servant of Yahweh?
Mening ⱪulumdin baxⱪa yǝnǝ kim ⱪariƣu? Mening ǝwǝtkǝn «ǝlqim»din baxⱪa yǝnǝ kim gas? Kim Mǝn bilǝn ǝⱨdilǝxkǝndǝk xunqǝ ⱪariƣudu? Kim Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪulidǝk xunqǝ ⱪariƣudu?
20 Seeing many things, yet thou heedest not, Opening the ears yet he heareth not,
Sǝn nurƣun ixlarni kɵrgining bilǝn, Biraⱪ nǝziringgǝ ⱨeq almaysǝn; Uning ⱪuliⱪi eqilƣini bilǝn, U anglimaydu».
21 Yahweh, is well-pleased for his own righteousness’ sake, He magnifieth instruction and maketh it majestic.
Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪi üqün layiⱪ kɵrdiki, Tǝwrat-ⱪanunini uluƣ ⱨǝm xan-xǝrǝplik dǝp kɵrsǝtti.
22 But, that, is a people preyed upon and plundered, Snared in holes, all of them, And, in houses of restraint, concealed, —They have become a prey, and there is none to deliver, —A booty, and there is none to say—Restore!
Biraⱪ xular bolsa olja elinƣan ⱨǝm bulang-talang ⱪilinƣan bir hǝlⱪtur; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi ora-tuzaⱪta tutulƣan, Gündihanilarda ⱪamilip ƣayib bolidu; Ular ƣǝniymǝt bolidu, Ⱨeqkim ⱪutⱪuzmaydu; Ular olja bolidu, Ⱨeqkim: «Ⱪayturup berix!» demǝydu.
23 Who among you, will give ear to this, —Let him hearken and hear, for an aftertime?
Biraⱪ aranglarda kim buningƣa ⱪulaⱪ salsun? Kim bularni anglap kǝlgüsi zamanlarƣa kɵngül ⱪoysun?
24 Who gave, as a booty, Jacob. And, Israel, to them who were ready to take prey? Was it not, Yahweh? He against whom we have sinned, And they were not willing, in his ways, to walk, Neither hearkened they to his instruction?
Əmdi kim Yaⱪupni olja ⱪilƣan? Kim Israilni bulangqilarƣa tapxurup bǝrgǝn? Buni ⱪilƣini bolsa, biz gunaⱨ ⱪilip kǝmsitkǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar ǝmǝsmu? Qünki ular Uning yollirida mengixni halimaytti; Yaki Uning ⱪanuniƣa itaǝt ⱪilmaytti.
25 So he hath poured out, upon him, the glow of his anger, and the strength of battle; And it hath set him aflame round about, yet he knoweth it not, And it hath kindled upon him yet he layeth it not to heart.
Xunga U ular üstigǝ ƣǝzǝp-ⱪǝⱨrini, Uruxning zorawanliⱪini tɵküp qüxürdi; Bular uning ǝtrapiƣa ot tutaxturdi; Biraⱪ u tonup yǝtmidi; Bular uni kɵydürdi, biraⱪ u ⱨeq sawaⱪ almidi.
