Yeshaya 23
1 Tur toghruluq yüklen’gen wehiy: — — I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki u xarab qilindi, Shu yerde öy yoq, portmu yoq. Séprus arilidin bu xewer [kémidikiler]ge ayan qilinidu.
The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2 Zidondiki sodigerler déngizdin ötüp silerni teminlep keldi, i araldikiler, Emdi shük bolunglar!
Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
3 Shihordiki bipayan sular üstidin yötkigen danlar, Yeni Nil deryasining hosuli Turning daramiti bolghanidi; U ellerning baziri bolghanidi!
And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.
4 I Zidon, xijalet bol, Chünki déngiz — yeni Turgha qorghan bolghan déngiz deyduki: — «Mende héch tolghaq bolmidi, héch tughmidim, Yigitlerni yaki qizlarni héch baqmighandekmen!»
Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'
5 Mushu xewer Misirgha yetkende, Ularmu bu xewer xuddi turgha kelgendek qattiq azablinidu.
As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 — Siler déngizdin ötüp Tarshishqa kétinglar! I déngiz boyidikiler, ah-zar kötürünglar!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
7 Silerning qedim eyyamdin bar bolghan, Shad-xuramliqqa tolghan shehiringlar mushumu?! Mana ularning putliri özlirini musapir qilishqa yiraqlargha kötürüp baridu!
Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
8 Tajlarni iltipat qilghuchi bolghan, Sodigerliri emirler bolghan, Dellalliri jahanda abruyluqlar hésablan’ghan turning bu teghdirini kim békitken?
Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'
9 — Bularni békitküchi samawi qoshunlarning Serdari Perwerdigardur! Meqsiti bolsa shan-shöhrettin kélip chiqqan jimi tekebburluqni reswa qilish, Jahandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluqlarni pesleshtürüshtin ibaret!
Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
10 Tarshishning qizi, Nil deryasidek öz zéminingda erkin-azade yayra! Chünki [Turdin] kelgen tizgin hazir yoq.
Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
11 Chünki Perwerdigar qolini déngiz üstige uzitip, Döletlerni tewritidu. U Qanaan toghruluq emr qilghan, Uningdiki qel’e-qorghanlarni yoqutulsun dep perman chüshürgen.
His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
12 We: — «I basqunchiliqqa uchrighan Zidon qizi, Sen ikkinchi héch tentene qilmaysen, Ornungdin turup, Séprus ariligha ötüp ketkin, Hetta shu yerde sen héch aram tapmaysen» — dédi.
And He saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'
13 Qaranglar, Babil-kaldiylerning zéminini! Bu yerning xelqi bolup baqmighandek qilidu; Asuriye uni chöl-bayawan janiwarliri üchün makan qilghan; Poteylerni yasap, ularning saray-ordilirini weyran qilip, xarabilikke aylanduruwetken.
Lo, the land of the Chaldeans — this people was not, Asshur founded it for the Ziim, They raised its watch-towers, They lifted up her palaces, — He hath appointed her for a ruin!
14 I Tarshishtiki kémiler, ah-zar kötürünglar! Chünki qorghininglar xarab qilindi.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.
15 We shu küni boliduki, Padishahning künlerni hésablighinidek, Tur yetmish yil untulidu. Yetmish yil ötkendin kéyin, Turning ehwali pahishe ayalning naxshisidek bolidu;
And it hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
16 Chiltarni élip, sheherni aylinip yür, I untulghan pahishe ayal! Özüngge yene xeqning diqqitini tartay déseng, Yéqimliq bir pede chélip, köprek naxshilarni éyt!
Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.
17 Emdi shundaq boliduki, Yetmish yilning ötüshi bilen, Perwerdigar Turni yoqlaydu; Shuning bilen u yene özini ijarige bérip, Yer yüzidiki hemme padishahliqlar bilen yene buzuqchiliq qilidu;
And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
18 Shuning bilen uning malliri we özini sétip, tapqan puli bolsa Perwerdigargha atilip muqeddes bolidu; U xezinige sélinmaydu yaki toplanmaydu, Chünki uning mushu sodisi bolsa Perwerdigarning aldida turghanlar üchün ayrim qilinidu; U ulargha qan’ghuche yep-ichishke, shundaqla ularning ésil kiyim-kéchekliri üchün ishlitilidu.
And her merchandise and her gift have been holy to Jehovah, Not treasured up nor stored, For to those sitting before Jehovah is her merchandise, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
