Yoél 1
1 Perwerdigarning Pétuélning oghli Yoélgha chüshken sözi: —
The word of Yahweh, which came unto Joel, son of Pethuel.
2 «I qérilar, anglanglar; Zéminda barliq turuwatqan hemmeylen, qulaq sélinglar; Öz künliringlarda yaki ata-bowiliringlarning künliridimu shundaq bir ish bolup baqqanmu?
Hear this, ye elders, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, —hath this ever happened in your days? or in the days of your fathers?
3 Baliliringlargha shuni éytip béringlar, Baliliringlar öz balilirigha éytsun, Ularmu kéler dewrge éytsun: —
Concerning it, to your children, tell ye the story, —and your children, to their children, and their children, to the generation following: —
4 «Chishligüchi qurt» qaldurghanni chéketke yep boldi, Chéketke qaldurghanni chéketke lichinkiliri yep boldi, Chéketke lichinkiliri qaldurghanni «weyranchi qurt»lar yep boldi.
That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
5 Ey, haraqkeshler, oyghinip qattiq yighlanglar, Huwlishinglar, i sharab ichküchiler, Yéngi sharab tüpeylidin — Chünki u aghzingdin élip tashlandi.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, —over the new wine, because it hath been cut off from your mouth.
6 Chünki bir xelq, küchlük, sansizlighan xelq, Zéminim üstige bésip keldi; Uning chishliri bolsa shirning chishliri, Uningda shirning hinggang chishliri bardur;
For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, —his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
7 U Méning üzüm tallirimni weyrane qiliwetti, Enjür deriximning qowzaqlirini siyriwetti, Ularni yalingachlap, tashliwetti; Ularning shaxliri aqliwétildi.
He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, —he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.
8 Yashliqidiki éri üchün matem tutup böz kiyimlerge oran’ghan newjuwandek qattiq pighan chékinglar;
Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.
9 Perwerdigarning öyi «ashliq hediye»din hem «sharab hediye»lerdin mehrum qilindi; Kahinlar, yeni Perwerdigarning xizmetchiliri matem tutidu.
Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, —In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: —
10 Étizlar chölderep ketti, Zémin matem tutidu; Chünki ziraetler ghazan boldi, Yéngi sharab qurup ketti, Zeytun méyi qaghjiridi.
Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, —for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.
11 Hey déhqanlar, uyulunglar; Bughdaylar hem arpilar üchün yalwurunglar, i üzümchiler, Chünki étizlarning hosulliri qurup ketti.
Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, —for perished is the harvest of the field.
12 Üzüm téli qaghjirap ketti, Enjür derixi soliship qaldi, Anar derixi, xorma palmisi hem alma deriximu, Daladiki barliq derexler soliship ketti; Berheq, shadliqmu adem balilirida soliship ketti.
The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, —pomegranate, palm also, and apple—all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.
13 Bélinglarni baghlanglar, peryad oqunglar, i kahinlar; Huwlanglar, i qurban’gahning xizmetchiliri; Kéchiche böz kiyimlerni kiyip düm yétinglar, i Xudaning xizmetchiliri; Chünki Xudayinglarning öyidin «ashliq hediye» hem «sharab hediye» üzülüp qaldi.
Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, —for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
14 «Roza tutayli» dep [Xudagha] mexsus bir mezgilni ayringlar, Jamaetke mexsus yighilimiz, dep jakarlanglar; Aqsaqallarni, zéminda turuwatqanlarning hemmisini Perwerdigar Xudayinglarning öyige yighip, Perwerdigargha nale kötürünglar!
Hallow ye a fast, Call a solemn assembly, Gather, O elders, all the inhabitants of the land, unto the house of Yahweh your God, —and make ye outcry unto Yahweh.
15 «Ah, shu kün! Chünki Perwerdigarning küni yéqinlashti, U Hemmige Qadir teripidin halaket bolup kélidu.
Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.
16 Mana, ghiza köz aldimizdin élip tashlandi emesmu? Shadliq, xushalliq Xudayimizning öyidin élip tashlandi emesmu?
Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.
17 Uruqlar topa-chalmilar astida chirip ketti, Ambarlar xarabileshti, Boghuzxanilar ghulap chüshti; Chünki ziraetler ghazang boldi.
Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, —Yea abashed is the corn.
18 Charpaylar shundaq hörkiriship ketti! Kala padiliri patiparaq boldi, Otlaqni tapalmighach; Qoy padilirimu özi «gunahimiz bar» dégendek meyüslendi;
How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, —even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!
19 Ah, Perwerdigar, nida qilimen Sanga; Chünki ot yalqunliri janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti, Yalqun daladiki barliq derexlerni köydürüwetti.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, —for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.
20 Daladiki haywanlarmu Sanga nida qilidu, Chünki ériq-östengler qurup ketti, Ot-yalqun janggaldiki ot-chöplerni yewetti.
Even the beasts of the field, moan unto thee, —because dried up are the channels of water, and, a fire, hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
