Yeshaya 64
O that thou wouldst rend the heavens, and come down; That the mountains might tremble at thy presence,
2 Ah, Sen asmanlarni yirtiwétip, Yerge chüshken bolsang’idi! Taghlar bolsa yüzüng aldida érip kétetti! Mana mushundaq bolghanda tuturuqqa ot yaqqandek, Ot suni qaynatqandek, Sen namingni düshmenliringge ayan qilghan bolatting, Eller yüzüngdinla titrep kétetti!
As fire kindleth the dry stubble, As fire causeth water to boil, To make known thy name to thine adversaries, That the nations might tremble at thy presence;
3 Sen biz kütmigen dehshetlik ishlarni qilghan waqtingda, Sen chüshkeniding; Yüzüngdin taghlar rastla érip ketti!
As thou once didst wonderful things, which we looked not for, And camest down, so that the mountains trembled at thy presence.
4 Sendin bashqa Özige telmürüp kütkenler üchün ishligüchi bir Xudani, Ademler ezeldin anglap baqmighan, Qulaqqa yétip baqmighan, Köz körüp baqmighandur!
For never have men heard, nor perceived by the ear, Nor hath eye seen, a God beside thee. Who doeth such things for those that trust in him.
5 Sen heqqaniyliqni yürgüzüshni xursenlik dep bilgen ademning, Yeni yolliringda méngip, Séni séghin’ghanlarning hajitidin chiqquchi hemrahdursen; Biraq mana, Sen ghezepte boldung, Biz bolsaq gunahta bolduq; Undaq ishlar uzun boliwerdi; Emdi biz qutquzulamduq?
Thou art the friend of those who joyfully do righteousness, Those who remember thee in thy ways. Behold, thou art angry, and we are punished; Long doth the punishment endure, before we are delivered.
6 Emdi biz napak bir nersige oxshash bolduq, Qiliwatqan barliq «heqqaniyetlirimiz» bolsa bir ewret latisighila oxshaydu, xalas; Hemmimiz yopurmaqtek xazan bolup kettuq, Qebihliklirimiz shamaldek bizni uchurup tashliwetti.
We are all of us an unclean thing; Like a filthy garment is all our righteousness; We are all withered like a leaf, And our sins, like a storm, have blown us away.
7 Séning namingni chaqirip nida qilghuchi, Iltipatingni tutushqa qozghalghuchi héch yoqtur; Chünki Sen yüzüngni bizdin qachurup yoshurdung, Qebihliklirimizdin bizni solashturghuzdung.
There is none that calleth upon thy name, That stirreth himself up to cleave to thee; For thou hidest thy face from us, And lettest us perish by our iniquities.
8 Biraq hazir, i Perwerdigar, Sen bizning Atimizdursen; Biz séghiz lay, Sen bizning sapalchimizdursen; Hemmimiz bolsaq qolungda yasalghandurmiz;
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our father; We are the clay, and thou hast formed us; We are all of us the work of thy hands.
9 I Perwerdigar, bizge qaratqan ghezipingni zor qilmighaysen, Qebihlikni menggügiche eslep yürmigin; Mana, qarighin, hemmimiz Séning xelqingdurmiz!
Be not wroth, O Jehovah, to the uttermost, Nor remember our iniquity forever! Behold, look upon us, we beseech thee, we are all thy people!
10 Muqeddes sheherliring janggal, Zionmu janggal bolup qaldi; Yérusalém weyran boldi;
Thy holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Ata-bowimiz Séni medhiyiligen jay, Pak-muqeddeslik, güzel-parlaqliq turalghusi bolghan öyimiz bolsa ot bilen köyüp kül boldi; Qedir-qimmetlik nersilirimizning hemmisi weyran qiliwétildi.
Our holy and glorious house, Where our fathers praised thee, Is burned with fire, And all our precious things are laid waste.
12 Mushu ishlar aldida Özüngni chetke alamsen, i Perwerdigar? Süküt qilip turamsen? Bizni bolushiche xar qilip uriwéremsen?»
Wilt thou contain thyself at these things, O Jehovah, Wilt thou keep silence, and still grievously afflict us?
