Zechariah 4
1 And the aungel turnede ayen, that spak in me, and reiside me, as a man that is reisid of his sleep.
Andin mǝn bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪan pǝrixtǝ ⱪaytip kelip meni oyƣitiwǝtti. Mǝn huddi uyⱪusidin oyƣitiwetilgǝn adǝmdǝk bolup ⱪaldim;
2 And he seide to me, What seest thou? And Y seide, Y saiy, and lo! a candilstike al of gold, and the laumpe therof on the heed therof, and seuene lanternes therof on it, and seuene vessels for to holde oyle to the lanternes, that weren on the heed therof.
U mǝndin: «Nemini kɵrdüng?» dǝp soridi. Mǝn: «Mana, mǝn pütünlǝy altundin yasalƣan bir qiraƣdanni kɵrdüm; uning üsti tǝripidǝ bir ⱪaqa, yǝttǝ qiriƣi wǝ yǝttǝ qiraƣⱪa tutixidiƣan yǝttǝ nǝyqǝ bar ikǝn;
3 And twei olyues there onne, oon of the riythalf `of the laumpe, and `an other on the left half therof.
uning yenida ikki zǝytun dǝrihi bar, birsi ong tǝrǝptǝ, birsi sol tǝrǝptǝ», dedim.
4 And Y answeride, and seide to the aungel that spak in me, and Y seide, What ben these thingis, my lord?
Andin jawabǝn mǝn bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪan pǝrixtidin: «I tǝⱪsir, bular nemǝ?» — dǝp soridim.
5 And the aungel that spak in me, answeride, and seide to me, Whether thou woist not what ben these thingis? And Y seide, No, my lord.
Mǝn bilǝn sɵzlixiwatⱪan pǝrixtǝ manga jawabǝn: «Bularning nemǝ ikǝnlikini bilmǝmsǝn?» — dedi. Mǝn: «Yaⱪ, tǝⱪsir» — dedim.
6 And he answeride, and seide to me, and spak, This is the word of the Lord, seiynge to Sorobabel, Not in oost, nether in strengthe, but in my spirit, seith the Lord of oostis.
Andin u manga jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: «Mana samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigarning Zǝrubbabǝlgǝ ⱪilƣan sɵzi: «Ix küq-ⱪudrǝt bilǝn ǝmǝs, iⱪtidar bilǝn ǝmǝs, bǝlki Mening Roⱨim arⱪiliⱪ pütidu! — dǝydu samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
7 Who art thou, greet hil, bifore Sorobabel in to pleyn? and he schal lede out the firste stoon, and schal make euene grace to grace therof.
— I büyük taƣ, sǝn zadi kim? Zǝrubbabǝl aldida sǝn tüzlǝnglik bolisǝn; u [ibadǝthanining] ǝng üstigǝ jipsima taxni ⱪoyidu, xuning bilǝn uningƣa: «Iltipatliⱪ bolsun! Iltipat uningƣa!» degǝn towlaxlar yangrap anglinidu».
8 And the word of the Lord was maad to me,
Andin Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵzi manga kelip mundaⱪ deyildi: —
9 and seide, The hondis of Sorobabel foundiden this hous, and the hondis of hym schulen perfourme it; and ye schulen wite, that the Lord of oostis sente me to you.
«Zǝrubbabǝlning ⱪoli muxu ɵyning ulini saldi wǝ uning ⱪolliri uni püttüridu; xuning bilǝn silǝr samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigarning Meni ǝwǝtkǝnlikini bilisilǝr.
10 Who forsothe dispiside litle daies? and thei schulen be glad, and schulen se a stoon of tyn in the hond of Sorobabel. These ben seuene iyen of the Lord, that rennen aboute in to al erthe.
Kim ǝmdi muxu «kiqik ixlar bolƣan kün»ni kɵzgǝ ilmisun? Qünki bular xadlinidu, — bǝrⱨǝⱪ, bu «yǝttǝ» xadlinidu, — Zǝrubbabǝlning ⱪoli tutⱪan tik ɵlqǝm texini kɵrgǝndǝ xadlinidu; bu «[yǝttǝ]» bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarning pütkül yǝr yüzigǝ sǝpselip ⱪarawatⱪan kɵzliridur».
11 And Y answeride, and seide to hym, What ben these tweyne olyues on the riythalf of the candilstike, and at the lift-half therof?
Mǝn jawabǝn pǝrixtidin: «Qiraƣdanning ong wǝ sol tǝripidǝ turƣan ikki zǝytun dǝrihi nemǝ?» dǝp soridim;
12 And Y answeryde the secounde tyme, and seide to hym, What ben the tweyne eeris, ether ripe fruyt, of olyues, that ben bisidis the twei bilis of gold, in whiche ben oile vesselis of gold?
wǝ ikkinqi ⱪetim soalni ⱪoyup uningdin: «Ularning yenidiki ikki altun nǝyqǝ arⱪiliⱪ ɵzlikidin «altun» ⱪuyuwatⱪan xu ikki zǝytun xehi nemǝ?» dǝp soridim.
13 And he seide to me, and spak, Whether thou woost not what ben these thingis?
U mǝndin: «Bularning nemǝ ikǝnlikini bilmǝmsǝn?» dǝp soridi. Mǝn: «Yaⱪ, tǝⱪsir» — dedim.
14 And Y seide, No, my lord. And he seide, These ben twei sones of oile of schynyng, whiche stonden nyy to the lordli gouernour of al erthe.
U manga: «Bular pütkül yǝr-zeminning Igisi aldida turuwatⱪan «zǝytun meyida mǝsiⱨ ⱪilinƣan» ikki oƣul balidur» — dedi.
