Isaiah 50
1 Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ dǝydu: — Mǝn ⱪoyuwǝtkǝn ananglarning talaⱪ heti ⱪeni? Manga ⱪǝrz bǝrgüqilǝrning ⱪaysisiƣa silǝrni setiwǝtkǝnmǝn? Mana, silǝr ɵz gunaⱨliringlar arⱪiliⱪ ɵz-ɵzünglarni setiwǝtkǝnsilǝr; Silǝrning asiyliⱪliringlar tüpǝylidin ananglar ⱪoyuwetilgǝnidi.
2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
Mǝn silǝrdinmu soraymǝn: Mǝn kǝlginimdǝ, nemixⱪa ⱨeq adǝm qiⱪmidi? Mǝn qaⱪirƣinimda, nemixⱪa ⱨeqkim «Mana mǝn» dǝp jawab bǝrmidi? Ⱨɵrlükkǝ qiⱪirixⱪa ⱪolum ⱪisⱪiliⱪ ⱪilamdu? Ⱪutⱪuzƣudǝk küqüm yoⱪmidu? Mana, Mǝn bir ǝyiblǝpla dengizni ⱪurutup, Dǝryalarni qɵlgǝ aylanduruwetimǝn; Su bolmiƣaqⱪa ularning beliⱪliri sesip ketidu, Ussuzluⱪtin ɵlidu;
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Asmanlarni ⱪariliⱪ bilǝn kiydürimǝn, Ularning kiyim-keqǝklirini [ⱪara] bɵzdin ⱪilimǝn».
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
«Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar mening japa qǝkkǝnlǝrning kɵnglini yasaxni bilixim üqün manga tǝlim-tǝrbiyǝ alƣuqilarning tilini tǝⱪdim ⱪildi; U meni ⱨǝr sǝⱨǝr oyƣitip turidu, Tǝrbiyilǝngǝnlǝrning ⱪatarida mening ⱪuliⱪimni oyƣitidu.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪuliⱪimni aqti; Mǝn bolsam itaǝtsizlik ⱪilmidim, Yaki yolidin bax tartmidim.
6 My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
Dümbǝmni sawiƣuqilarƣa, Mǝngzlirimni tük yulƣuqilarƣa tutup bǝrdim; Horluⱪ ⱨǝm tükürüxlǝrdin yüzümni ⱪaqurmidim;
7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
Biraⱪ Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar yardimimdǝ bolidu; Xunga mǝn yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalmaymǝn; Xunga mǝn [niyitimni ⱪǝt’iy ⱪilip] yüzümni almastǝk qing ⱪildim; Hijilliⱪⱪa ⱪaldurulmaydiƣanliⱪimni bilimǝn.
8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
Meni Aⱪliƣuqi yenimdidur; Kim manga ǝrz-xikayǝt ⱪilalisun? Bar bolsa birliktǝ dǝwalixayli; Kim mening üstümdin ǝyiblimǝkqi bolsa, Aldimƣa kǝlsun!
9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
Manga yardǝmdǝ bolƣuqi Pǝrwǝrdigardur; Əmdi meni ǝrz ⱪilalaydiƣan kimkǝn? Ularning ⱨǝmmisi bir tal kiyimdǝk ǝskirǝp ketidu; Pǝrwanilǝr ularni yutuwetidu».
10 Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
— «Aranglarda Pǝrwǝrdigardin ⱪorⱪidiƣan, Uning ⱪulining sɵzigǝ itaǝt ⱪilidiƣan kim bar? Ⱪarangƣuluⱪta mangidiƣan, yoruⱪluⱪi bolmiƣan kixi bolsa, Pǝrwǝrdigarning namiƣa ixinip hatirjǝmlǝnsun, Hudasiƣa yɵlǝnsun!
11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
Mana, ɵzliri üqün ot yaⱪidiƣan, Ətrapinglarni mǝx’ǝllǝr bilǝn oraydiƣan ⱨǝmminglar! Ⱪeni, ɵz otunglarning nurida, Ɵzünglar yaⱪⱪan mǝx’ǝllǝr arisida menginglar; Biraⱪ silǝr xuni ⱪolumdin alisilǝrki: — «Azab-ⱨǝsrǝt iqidǝ yatisilǝr!».
