Yeremiya 47

1 Pirewn Gaza shehirige zerbe bérishtin ilgiri, Yeremiya peyghemberge kelgen, Perwerdigarning Filistiyler toghrisidiki sözi: —

So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote Gaza:

2 Perwerdigar mundaq deydu: — Mana, shimaldin [dolqunluq] sular örleydu; ular téship bir kelkün bolidu; u zémin we uningda turghan hemmining üstidin, sheher we uningda turuwatqanlarning üstidin tashqin bolup basidu; shuning bilen uning ademliri nale-peryad kötüridu, zéminda barliq turuwatqanlar [azabtin] nale-zar qilidu;

Thus, saith Yahweh—Lo! waters rising from the North And they shall become a torrent overflowing, Which shall overflow The land and the fulness thereof, The city, and the dwellers therein, —Then shall men make outcry, And all the inhabitants of the land, howl.

3 tolparlirining tuyaqlirining taraqshishlirini, jeng harwilirining taraqlashlirini, chaqlirining güldürleshlirini anglap, atilar öz baliliridin xewer élishqimu qolliri boshap, arqighimu qarimaydu.

Because of the sound of the tramping of the hoofs of his chargers, Because of the rushing of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels Fathers shall not turn, to children, Because of the unnerving of their hands;

4 Chünki barliq Filistiylerni nabut qilidighan kün, hem Tur we Zidonni ulargha yardemde bolghudek barliq qalghan ademlerdin mehrum qilidighan kün yétip keldi; chünki Perwerdigar Filistiylerni, yeni Krét arilidin chiqip kelgenlerning qalduqini nabut qilidu.

On account of the day that cometh to lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and Zidon every escaped one that could have helped, —For Yahweh is laying waste the Philistines, The remnant of the Coastland of Caphtor.

5 Gazaning üsti taqirliq bolidu; Ashkélon shehiridikiler dang qétip qalidu; qachan’ghiche etliringlarni tilisiler, i Filistiye küchliridin aman qalghanlar?

Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —How long, wilt thou cut thyself?

6 Apla, i Perwerdigarning qilichi, sen qachan’ghiche tinmaysen? Öz qininggha qaytqin, aram élip tinchlan’ghin!

Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.

7 Lékin u qandaqmu toxtiyalisun? Chünki Perwerdigar uninggha perman chüshürgen; Ashkélon shehirige hem déngiz boyidikilerge zerb qilishqa uni békitkendur!

How, can it be quiet, when, Yahweh, hath given it a charge, —against Ashkelon and against the shore of the sea? There, hath he appointed it!