Joel 1
1 A word of Jehovah that hath been unto Joel, son of Pethuel:
Pǝrwǝrdigarning Petuelning oƣli Yoelƣa qüxkǝn sɵzi: —
2 Hear this, ye aged ones, And give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, Hath this been in your days? Or in the days of your fathers?
«I ⱪerilar, anglanglar; Zeminda barliⱪ turuwatⱪan ⱨǝmmǝylǝn, ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Ɵz künliringlarda yaki ata-bowiliringlarning künliridimu xundaⱪ bir ix bolup baⱪⱪanmu?
3 Concerning it to your sons talk ye, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.
Baliliringlarƣa xuni eytip beringlar, Baliliringlar ɵz baliliriƣa eytsun, Ularmu kelǝr dǝwrgǝ eytsun: —
4 What is left of the palmer-worm, eaten hath the locust, And what is left of the locust, Eaten hath the cankerworm, And what is left of the cankerworm, Eaten hath the caterpillar.
«Qixligüqi ⱪurt» ⱪaldurƣanni qekǝtkǝ yǝp boldi, Qekǝtkǝ ⱪaldurƣanni qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliri yǝp boldi, Qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliri ⱪaldurƣanni «wǝyranqi ⱪurt»lar yǝp boldi.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.
Əy, ⱨaraⱪkǝxlǝr, oyƣinip ⱪattiⱪ yiƣlanglar, Ⱨuwlixinglar, i xarab iqküqilǝr, Yengi xarab tüpǝylidin — Qünki u aƣzingdin elip taxlandi.
6 For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth [are] the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
Qünki bir hǝlⱪ, küqlük, sansizliƣan hǝlⱪ, Zeminim üstigǝ besip kǝldi; Uning qixliri bolsa xirning qixliri, Uningda xirning ⱨinggang qixliri bardur;
7 It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
U Mening üzüm tallirimni wǝyranǝ ⱪiliwǝtti, Ənjür dǝrihimning ⱪowzaⱪlirini siyriwǝtti, Ularni yalingaqlap, taxliwǝtti; Ularning xahliri aⱪliwetildi.
8 Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
Yaxliⱪidiki eri üqün matǝm tutup bɵz kiyimlǝrgǝ oranƣan nǝwjuwandǝk ⱪattiⱪ piƣan qekinglar;
9 Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.
Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyi «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»din ⱨǝm «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝ»lǝrdin mǝⱨrum ⱪilindi; Kaⱨinlar, yǝni Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmǝtqiliri matǝm tutidu.
10 Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.
Etizlar qɵldǝrǝp kǝtti, Zemin matǝm tutidu; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazan boldi, Yengi xarab ⱪurup kǝtti, Zǝytun meyi ⱪaƣjiridi.
11 Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.
Ⱨǝy deⱨⱪanlar, uyulunglar; Buƣdaylar ⱨǝm arpilar üqün yalwurunglar, i üzümqilǝr, Qünki etizlarning ⱨosulliri ⱪurup kǝtti.
12 The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.
Üzüm teli ⱪaƣjirap kǝtti, Ənjür dǝrihi solixip ⱪaldi, Anar dǝrihi, horma palmisi ⱨǝm alma dǝrihimu, Daladiki barliⱪ dǝrǝhlǝr solixip kǝtti; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, xadliⱪmu adǝm balilirida solixip kǝtti.
13 Gird, and lament, ye priests, Howl, ye ministrants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, ministrants of my God, For withheld from the house of your God hath been present and libation.
Belinglarni baƣlanglar, pǝryad oⱪunglar, i kaⱨinlar; Ⱨuwlanglar, i ⱪurbangaⱨning hizmǝtqiliri; Keqiqǝ bɵz kiyimlǝrni kiyip düm yetinglar, i Hudaning hizmǝtqiliri; Qünki Hudayinglarning ɵyidin «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ» ⱨǝm «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝ» üzülüp ⱪaldi.
14 Sanctify a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather the elders — all the inhabitants of the land, [Into] the house of Jehovah your God,
«Roza tutayli» dǝp [Hudaƣa] mǝhsus bir mǝzgilni ayringlar, Jamaǝtkǝ mǝhsus yiƣilimiz, dǝp jakarlanglar; Aⱪsaⱪallarni, zeminda turuwatⱪanlarning ⱨǝmmisini Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayinglarning ɵyigǝ yiƣip, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nalǝ kɵtürünglar!
15 And cry unto Jehovah, 'Alas for the day! For near [is] a day of Jehovah, And as destruction from the mighty it cometh.
«Aⱨ, xu kün! Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigarning küni yeⱪinlaxti, U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir tǝripidin ⱨalakǝt bolup kelidu.
16 Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
Mana, ƣiza kɵz aldimizdin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu? Xadliⱪ, huxalliⱪ Hudayimizning ɵyidin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu?
17 Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
Uruⱪlar topa-qalmilar astida qirip kǝtti, Ambarlar harabilǝxti, Boƣuzhanilar ƣulap qüxti; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazang boldi.
18 How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
Qarpaylar xundaⱪ ⱨɵrkirixip kǝtti! Kala padiliri patiparaⱪ boldi, Otlaⱪni tapalmiƣaq; Ⱪoy padilirimu ɵzi «gunaⱨimiz bar» degǝndǝk mǝyüslǝndi;
19 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I do call, For fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness, And a flame hath set on fire all trees of the field.
Aⱨ, Pǝrwǝrdigar, nida ⱪilimǝn Sanga; Qünki ot yalⱪunliri janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti, Yalⱪun daladiki barliⱪ dǝrǝhlǝrni kɵydürüwǝtti.
20 Also the cattle of the field long for Thee, For dried up have been streams of water, And fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness!'
Daladiki ⱨaywanlarmu Sanga nida ⱪilidu, Qünki eriⱪ-ɵstǝnglǝr ⱪurup kǝtti, Ot-yalⱪun janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti.
