Yeshaya 17
1 Demeshq toghruluq yüklen’gen wehiy: — Mana, Demeshq sheher bolup turuwermey, nahayiti bir döwe xarabiliqqa aylandurulidu.
This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
2 Aroerdiki sheherler ademzatsiz bolup, Qoy padilirigha qaldurulidu, Ular tinch-aman yatidu, Ularni qorqutqudek héchbir ademmu körünmeydu.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
3 Efraimda bolsa, qorghanliq sheherler yoqilidu, Demeshqning shahane hoquqi, Suriyening qalduqliri yoqilidu; Ular «Israilning shöhriti»dek yoq bolidu. — deydu samawi qoshunlarning Serdari bolghan Perwerdigar.
The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
4 Shu küni shundaq boliduki, Yaqupning shöhriti susliship, Ténidiki sémiz etler sizip kétidu.
“In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
5 Ularning hali bolsa ormichi bughday orghandin kéyin, Yeni biliki bilen yighip orghandin kéyin, Hetta Refayim jilghisida ademler bashaqlarni tergendin kéyinki haletke oxshash, [qalghini yoq déyerlik bolidu];
as the reaper gathers the standing grain and harvests the ears with his arm, as one gleans heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
6 Halbuki, yene azraq tergüdek bashaq, Zeytun derixi silkin’gendin kéyin, Eng uchida ikki-üch tal méwe, Köp méwiligen shaxlirida töt-besh tal méwe qaldurulidu, — deydu Israilning Xudasi bolghan Perwerdigar.
Yet gleanings will remain, like an olive tree that has been beaten— two or three berries atop the tree, four or five on its fruitful branches,”
7 — Shu küni insan bolsa Yaratquchisigha nezirini tikidu, Közi Israildiki Muqeddes Bolghuchida bolidu.
In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Ular öz qurban’gahlirigha, yeni öz qoli bilen yasighanlirigha, Yaki barmaqliri bilen shekillendürgenlirige héch qarimaydu, Ne «Asherah»largha ne «kün tüwrükliri»ge héch ümid baghlimaydu.
They will not look to the altars they have fashioned with their hands or to the Asherahs and incense altars they have made with their fingers.
9 Shu künide uning qorghanliq sheherliri, Eslidiki Israillarning aldida chatqalliqqa we taqir taghlargha aylandurulghan xarabe sheherlerdek, Hemmisi weyran bolup kétidu.
In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
10 Chünki nijating bolghan Xudani untup qalding, Küchüng bolghan «Qoram Tash Bolghuchi»ni eslimiding; Shunga sen «serxil» ösümlüklerni tikip qoyghining bilen, We yaqa yurttiki üzüm tallirini tikkining bilen,
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation and failed to remember the Rock of your refuge. Therefore, though you cultivate delightful plots and set out cuttings from exotic vines—
11 Ularni tikken künila yashartqining bilen, Tikken etisila ularni chéchekletkining bilen, Hosuligha érishken künide, u peqet bir patman dawalighusiz qayghu-hesret bolidu, xalas!
though on the day you plant you make them grow, and on that morning you help your seed sprout— yet the harvest will vanish on the day of disease and incurable pain.
12 Hey! Köp xelqlerning chuqan-sürenliri! Ular déngiz-okyanlarni urghutup dolqunlardek shawqunlarni kötüridu, Ah, ellerning qaynam-tashqinliri! Dolqunlan’ghan küchlük sulardek ular qaynam-tashqinlarni kötüridu.
Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
13 Eller ulugh sularning qaynam-tashqinliridek dolqunlinip kétidu; Biraq U ularning dekkisini bérishi bilenla, ular yiraqqa beder qéchip kétidu. Ular taghdiki ot-chöplerning topa-topanliri shamalda yiraqlargha uchuruwétilgendek, Qara quyun aldida chang-tozanglar quyun bolghandek heydiwétilidu!
The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweeds before a gale.
14 Kechte — wehime! Tang seherde — yoq biraq! Mana bizni bulap ketkenlerning nésiwisi, Bizdin olja-gheniymet éliwalghanlarning aqiwitidur!
In the evening, there is sudden terror! Before morning, they are no more! This is the portion of those who loot us and the lot of those who plunder us.
