Amos 6
1 I Zionda hatirjǝm olturƣanlar ⱨǝm Samariyǝ teƣiƣa tayinip aman-esǝn yaxiƣanlar! I ǝllǝrning kattisining ǝrbabliri! Israil jǝmǝti silǝrni izdǝp kelidu — — Silǝrning ⱨalinglarƣa way!
Sorrow awaits who are carefree in Zion, overconfident on the mountain of Samaria! The elite of this, the best of nations, on whom the people of Israel rest their hopes!
2 [Silǝr hǝlⱪⱪǝ]: — «Kalnǝⱨ xǝⱨirigǝ berip kɵrünglar; Xu yǝrdin «büyük Hamat» xǝⱨirigǝ beringlar, Andin Filistiylǝrning xǝⱨiri Gatⱪa qüxüp beⱪinglar; Bular silǝrning ikki padixaⱨliⱪinglardin ǝwzǝlmu? Ularning qegrisi silǝrningkidin kǝngmu?» — [dǝp mahtinip sɵzlǝysilǝr].
You say to the people: Cross over to Calneh and see, go from there to Hamath the great, then go down to Gath of the Philistines: Are they better than these kingdoms? Is their territory larger than yours?
3 I yaman künni keqiktürmǝkqi bolƣanlar! Silǝr jǝbir-zulumning ⱨɵkümranliⱪini ornitip, uni ɵzünglarƣa yeⱪin ⱪilmaⱪqi bolisilǝr,
You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence.
4 Pil qixida nǝⱪixlǝngǝn kariwatlar üstidǝ yatisilǝr, Diwanliringlar üstidǝ kerilip yatisilǝr, Pada topidin pahlanlarni, Kala ⱪotanliridin mozayni tallap yǝysilǝr,
They lie on ivory couches, sprawl on their divans, eat choice lambs from the flock, and fattened calves from the stall.
5 Qiltar aⱨangiƣa tǝngkǝx ⱪilip eytisilǝr, Dawuttǝk ɵzünglarƣa sazlarni ijad ⱪilisilǝr,
They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, thinking themselves songwriters like David,
6 Xarabni qinilǝp-qinilǝp iqisilǝr, Ɵzünglarƣa sǝrhil mayliⱪ ǝtirlǝrni sürisilǝr, — Biraⱪ kɵnglünglar Yüsüp jǝmǝtining ziyan-zǝhmiti üqün ⱨeq azablanmaydu!
they drink bowlfuls of wine, and anoint themselves with the finest of oil. But they do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.
7 Xunga ular tunji ǝsirgǝ qüxkǝnlǝr arisida ǝsirgǝ elinidu; Kerilip yatⱪanlarning ǝyx-ixriti ahirlixidu.
Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers.
8 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz ⱨayati bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilƣanki, — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar, samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, — Mǝn Yaⱪupning ƣururidin bizar boldum, Uning orda-istiⱨkamliridin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Mǝn bu xǝⱨǝrni, xundaⱪla uningdiki ⱨǝmmini düxmǝngǝ tǝngla ɵtküzüp berimǝn;
The Lord God, the Lord, the God of hosts, has sworn by himself: I abhor the pride of Jacob, I hate his palaces, therefore I will deliver up the city and all that is in it to their enemies.
9 Wǝ ǝmǝlgǝ axuruliduki, Bir ɵydǝ on adǝm bolup ⱪalsa, bu onǝylǝnmu ɵlidu.
If ten people remain in one house, then they will die.
10 Əgǝr mǝlum bir ɵlgüqining tuƣⱪini, yǝni ɵlgüqining jǝsitini kɵydürüxkǝ mǝs’ul kixi ustihanlarni kɵtürüp ɵydin qiⱪiwetip, ɵy iqidiki yǝnǝ birsidin: — «Ⱪexingda yǝnǝ birsi barmu?» dǝp sorisa, u «Yoⱪ» dǝydu, Andin [tuƣⱪini] yǝnǝ: «Süküt! Pǝrwǝrdigarning namini tilƣa eliximizƣa bolmaydu!» — dǝydu.
When the uncle and another member of the family of a dead man come to carry the body out of the house for burial, they will call to someone in a corner of the house, ‘Any more there?’ and he will answer, ‘No’, and then he will add, ‘Be quiet!’ – for the name of the Lord must not be mentioned.
11 Sǝwǝbi, Pǝrwǝrdigar buyruⱪ qüxüridu, Wǝ qong ɵyni parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwetidu, Kiqik ɵynimu qak-qekidin yerip qeⱪiwetidu.
Look! The Lord is giving the command! He will smash the large house to bits, the small house into fragments.
12 Atlar tax üstidǝ qapalamdu? Adǝmlǝr axu yǝrni kalilar bilǝn aƣduralamdu? Biraⱪ silǝr adalǝtni ɵt süyigǝ, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪning mewisini ǝmǝngǝ aylandurƣansilǝr —
Do horses gallop on crags? Does one plow the sea with oxen? Yet you turn justice into poison weed, and the fruit of righteousness into bitter wormwood.
13 — Yoⱪ bir nǝrsidin xadlinip kǝtkǝnsilǝr, «Ɵz küqimizgǝ tayinip ⱪudrǝtkǝ igǝ bolƣanmiz» — degǝnsilǝr.
You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, ‘Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?’
14 Qünki mana, i Israil jǝmǝti, — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar, samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Huda, — Mǝn silǝr bilǝn ⱪarxilixidiƣan bir ǝlni turƣuzimǝn; Ular Hamat xǝⱨirining dawinidin Arabaⱨ eⱪimiƣiqǝ silǝrni harlaydu.
I am now raising up against you, Israel, a nation, says the Lord, the God of hosts. They will oppress you, from the entrance of Hamath to the brook of the Arabah.
