Isaiah 47
1 Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'O tender and delicate one.'
«I Babilning pak qizi, kélip topa-changgha oltur; I kaldiylerning qizi, textsiz bolup yerge oltur! Chünki sen «latapetlik we nazuk» dep ikkinchi atalmaysen.
2 Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
«Tügmen téshini chörüp, un tart emdi, Chümperdengni échip tashla, Könglikingni séliwet, Pachiqingni yalingachla, Deryalardin su kéchip öt;
3 Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.
Uyatliqing échilidu; Berheq, nomusunggha tégilidu; Men intiqam alimen, Héchkimni ayap qoymaymen.
4 Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
Bizning Hemjemet-Qutquzghuchimiz bolsa, «Samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar» Uning nami; U Israildiki Muqeddes Bolghuchidur.
5 Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'Mistress of kingdoms.'
I kaldiylerning qizi, süküt qélip jim oltur, Qarangghuluqqa kirip ket; Chünki buningdin kéyin ikkinchi «seltenetlerning xanishi» dep atalmaysen.
6 I have been wroth against My people, I have polluted Mine inheritance And I give them into thy hand, Thou hast not appointed for them mercies, On the aged thou hast made thy yoke very heavy,
Men Öz xelqimdin ghezeplendim, Shunga Özümning mirasimni bulghiwettim, Shuning bilen ularni qolunggha tapshurup berdim; Sen bolsang ulargha héchqandaq rehim körsetmiding; Yashan’ghanlarning üstigimu boyunturuqlarni intayin éghir qilip salding;
7 And thou sayest, 'To the age I am mistress,' While thou hast not laid these things to thy heart, Thou hast not remembered the latter end of it.
Shuning bilen sen: — «Men menggüge xanish bolimen» dep, Mushu ishlarni könglüngdin héch ötküzmiding; Ularning aqiwitini héch oylap baqmidingsen.
8 And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently — Who is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and none else, I sit not a widow, nor know bereavement.'
Emdi hazir, i endishisiz yashap kelgüchi, Öz-özige: «Menla bardurmen, mendin bashqa héchkim yoqtur, Men hergiz tul ayalning japasini yaki balilardin mehrum bolushning japasini tartmaymen» — dégüchi, I sen eysh-ishretke bérilgüchisen, Shuni anglap qoy: —
9 And come in to thee do these two things, In a moment, in one day, childlessness and widowhood, According to their perfection they have come upon thee, In the multitude of thy sorceries, In the exceeding might of thy charms.
«Del mushu ikki ish, — Balilardin mehrum bolush we tulluq — Bir deqiqide, bir kün ichidila béshinggha teng chüshidu; Nurghunlighan jadugerlikliring tüpeylidin, Bek köp epsunliring üchün ular toluq béshinggha kélidu.
10 And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I [am], and none else.'
Chünki sen özüngning rezillikingge tayan’ghansen, Sen «Héchkim méni körmeydu» — déding; Séning danaliqing we biliming özüngni éziqturup, Sen könglüngde: — «Menla bardurmen, mendin bashqa biri yoqtur» — déding.
11 And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
Biraq balayi’apet séni bésip kélidu; Sen uning kélip chiqishini bilmeysen; Halaket béshinggha chüshidu; Sen héchqandaq «hamiy puli» bilen uni tosalmaysen; Sen héch kütmigen weyranchiliq tuyuqsiz séni bésip chüshidu.
12 Stand, I pray thee, in thy charms, And in the multitude of thy sorceries, In which thou hast laboured from thy youth, It may be thou art able to profit, It may be thou dost terrify!
Emdi qéni, yashliqingdin tartip özüngni upritip kelgen epsunliringni, Shundaqla nurghunlighan jadugerlikliringni hazir oqup turiwer; Kim bilsun, sen ulardin payda körüp qalamsen? Birer némini tewritip qoyalarsen herqachan?!
13 Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy counsels, Stand up, I pray thee, and save thee, Let the charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months, From those things that come on thee!
Sen alghan meslihetliring bilen halsizlinip ketting; Emdi asmanlargha qarap tebir bergüchiler, Yultuzlargha qarap palchiliq qilghuchilar, Yéngi aylarni közitip munejjimlik qilip ishlarni «aldin’ala éytquchilar» ornidin teng turup béshinggha chüshidighanlardin séni qutquzsun!
14 Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
Mana, ular paxaldek bolup kétidu; Ot ularni köydüriwétidu; Ular özlirini yalqunning qolidin qutquzalmaydu; Biraq ularda ademni issitqudek héch kömür, Yaki adem issin’ghudek héch gülxan yoqtur!
15 So have they been to thee with whom thou hast laboured, Thy merchants from thy youth, Each to his passage they have wandered, Thy saviour is not!
Séni aware qilghan, Yashliqingdin tartip sende soda qilghanlar sanga mushundaq paydisiz bolidu; Herbiri öz yolini izdep kétip qalidu; Séni qutquzghudek héchkim yoqtur.
