Lamentations 5
1 Remember, O Yahweh, what hath befallen us, Look around, and see our reproach:
Beximizƣa qüxkǝnlǝrni esinggǝ kǝltürgǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar; Ⱪara, bizning rǝswaqiliⱪta ⱪalƣinimizni nǝziringgǝ alƣaysǝn!
2 Our inheritance, turned over to foreigners, our houses, to aliens.
Mirasimiz yatlarƣa, Ɵylirimiz yaⱪa yurtluⱪlarƣa tapxuruldi.
3 Orphans, have we become, and fatherless, our mothers, are widows indeed.
Biz yetim-yesirlǝr, atisizlar bolup ⱪalduⱪ; Anilirimizmu tul ⱪaldi.
4 Our water—for silver, have we drunk, our wood—for a price, cometh in.
Iqidiƣan suni setiweliximiz kerǝk; Otunni pǝⱪǝt pulƣa alƣili bolidu.
5 Upon our necks, are our pursuers, We labour, and there is allowed us no rest.
Bizni ⱪoƣliƣuqilar tap basturup keliwatidu; Ⱨalsirap, ⱨeq aram tapalmaymiz.
6 To Egypt, have we stretched out our hand, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.
Jan saⱪliƣudǝk bir qixlǝm nanni dǝp, Misir ⱨǝm Asuriyǝgǝ ⱪol berip boysunƣanmiz.
7 Our fathers, sinned, and are not, and, we, their iniquities, have borne.
Ata-bowilirimiz gunaⱨ sadir ⱪilip dunyadin kǝtti; Biz bolsaⱪ, ularning ⱪǝbiⱨlikining jazasini kɵtürüxkǝ ⱪalduⱪ.
8 Slaves, have ruled over us, There is none to set free from their hand.
Üstimizdin ⱨɵküm sürgüqilǝr ⱪullardur; Bizni ularning ⱪolidin azad ⱪilƣuqi yoⱪtur.
9 At the risk of our life, do we bring in our bread, because of the sword of the desert.
Dalada ⱪiliq tüpǝylidin, Nenimizni tepixⱪa jenimizni tǝwǝkkul ⱪilmaⱪtimiz.
10 Our skin, as with a furnace, is scorched, because of the hot winds of famine.
Terimiz tonurdǝk ⱪiziⱪ, Aqliⱪ tüpǝylidin ⱪizitma bizni basmaⱪta.
11 Women—in Zion, were ravished, virgins, in the cities of Judah!
Zionda ayallar, Yǝⱨuda xǝⱨǝrliridǝ pak ⱪizlar ayaƣ asti ⱪilindi.
12 Princes, by their hand, have been hanged, The faces of elders, not honoured.
Əmirlǝr ⱪolidin darƣa esip ⱪoyuldi; Aⱪsaⱪallarning ⱨɵrmiti ⱨeq ⱪilinmidi.
13 Young men, a millstone, have lifted, and, youths, under wood, have staggered.
Yax yigitlǝr yarƣunqaⱪta japa tartmaⱪta, Oƣul balilirimiz otun yüklǝrni yüdüp dǝldǝngxip mangmaⱪta.
14 Elders, from the gates, have ceased. Young men, from their music.
Aⱪsaⱪallar xǝⱨǝr dǝrwazisida olturmas boldi; Yigitlǝr nǝƣmǝ-nawadin ⱪaldi.
15 Ceased hath the joy of our hearts, Changed to mourning, our dance.
Xad-huramliⱪ kɵnglimizdin kǝtti, Ussul oyniximiz matǝmgǝ aylandi.
16 Fallen is the crown of our head. Surely woe to us, for we have sinned.
Beximizdin taj yiⱪildi; Ⱨalimizƣa way! Qünki biz gunaⱨ sadir ⱪilduⱪ!
17 For this cause, faint is our heart, For these things, dimmed are our eyes:
Buning tüpǝylidin yürǝklirimiz mujuldi; Bular tüpǝylidin kɵzlirimiz ⱪarangƣulaxti —
18 Because of Mount Zion, which is desolate, jackals, have gone prowling therein.
— Zion teƣiƣa ⱪarap kɵzlirimiz ⱪarangƣulaxti, Qünki u qɵldǝrǝp kǝtti, Qilbɵrǝ uningda paylap yürmǝktǝ.
19 Thou, O Yahweh, unto times age-abiding, dost remain, Thy throne, from generation to generation:
Sǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝnggügǝ ⱨɵküm sürisǝn; Tǝhting dǝwrdin-dǝwrgǝ dawamlixidu.
20 Wherefore shouldst thou perpetually forget us? forsake us, to length of days?
Sǝn nemixⱪa bizni daim untuysǝn? Nemixⱪa xunqǝ uzunƣiqǝ bizdin waz keqisǝn?
21 Bring us back, O Yahweh, unto thyself, and we will come back! Renew our days, as of old;
Bizni yeningƣa ⱪayturƣaysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar! Xundaⱪ bolƣanda biz ⱪaytalaymiz! Künlirimizni ⱪǝdimkidǝk ǝsligǝ kǝltürgǝysǝn,
22 For though thou hast not, utterly rejected, us, thou art wroth with us—exceedingly!
— Əgǝr sǝn bizni mutlǝⱪ qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪmiƣan bolsang, Əgǝr bizdin qǝksiz ƣǝzǝplǝnmigǝn bolsang!
