Amos 8
1 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar manga mundaⱪ bir ixni kɵrsǝtti; mana, bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewǝ.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Andin U mǝndin: Amos, nemini kɵrdung? — dǝp soridi. Mǝn: «Bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewini» — dedim. Pǝrwǝrdigar manga: Əmdi hǝlⱪim Israilƣa zawal yǝtti; Mǝn yǝnǝ ularni jazalimay ɵtüp kǝtmǝymǝn, — dedi.
He asked me, “What do you see, Amos?” I said, “A basket of fruit.” Then the Lord told me, “This is the end of my people Israel! I won't ignore their sins anymore.
3 — Xu küni ordidiki ⱪizlarning nahxiliri ⱪiya-qiyalarƣa aylinidu, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar; — Jǝsǝtlǝr kɵp bolidu; ular jay-jaylarda sirtⱪa taxlinidu. Süküt!
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Buni anglanglar, ⱨǝy miskinlǝrni ǝzgüqilǝr, Zemindiki ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar —
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 «Axliⱪimizni satmaⱪqi iduⱪ, yengi ay ⱪaqanmu ahirlixar, Buƣday yaymisini aqattuⱪ, xabat küni ⱪaqan tügǝr?» — dǝydiƣanlar, — Xundaⱪla «ǝfaⱨ»ni kiqik ⱪilip, «xǝkǝl»ni qong elip, Aldamqiliⱪ üqün tarazini yalƣan ⱪilƣanlar!
You who ask, “When will the holy day be over so we can get back to selling grain? When will the Sabbath be over so we can open our storehouses, and cheat people with short measures and unfair scales?”
6 — Namratlarni kümüxkǝ, Miskin adǝmni bir jüp qoruⱪⱪa setiwalmaⱪqi bolƣanlar, Buƣdayni süpüründisi bilǝn ⱪoxup satmaⱪqi bolƣanlar!
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupning ƣururi bilǝn xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm ⱪildiki, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz ularning ⱪilƣanliridin ⱨeqbirini untumaymǝn!
The Lord God, of whom the descendants of Jacob are so proud, has sworn an oath: I will never forget the evil you have done.
8 Zemin bu ixlardin tǝwrinip kǝtmǝmdu? Wǝ uningda turuwatⱪanlarning ⱨǝmmisi matǝm tutmamdu? U Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵrlǝp ketidu, U Misir dǝryasidǝk ɵrkǝxlǝp, andin qɵküp ketidu.
Shall not the land tremble because of this, and everyone who lives there mourn? The earth will rise up like the Nile river in flood, be tossed around, and then fall again.
9 Xu küni xundaⱪ ǝmǝlgǝ axuruliduki, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Ⱪuyaxni qüxtǝ patⱪuzimǝn, Zeminni xu oquⱪ kündǝ ⱪarangƣulaxturimǝn.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Ⱨeytliringlarni musibǝtkǝ, Ⱨǝmmǝ nahxiliringlarni aⱨ-zarlarƣa aylanduriwetimǝn; Ⱨǝmmǝ adǝmning qatriⱪi üstini bɵz rǝht bilǝn oriƣuzimǝn, Ⱨǝrbir adǝmning bexida taⱪirliⱪ pǝyda ⱪilimǝn; Bu matǝmni yǝkkǝ-yeganǝ bir oƣulning matimidǝk, Ⱨeytning ahirini dǝrd-ǝlǝmlik bir kün ⱪiliwetimǝn.
I will turn your festivals into times of mourning, your happy songs into laments. I will make you wear sackcloth and shave your heads. I will make your mourning like that for an only son. At the end of it all it will be a bitter day.
11 Mana, xundaⱪ künlǝr keliduki, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar, Zeminƣa ⱪǝⱨǝtqilikni ǝwǝtimǝn, — — Nanƣa bolƣan ⱪǝⱨǝtqilik ǝmǝs, yaki suƣa bolƣan qangⱪaxmu ǝmǝs, bǝlki Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵz-kalamini anglaxⱪa bolƣan ⱪǝⱨǝtqilikni ǝwǝtimǝn.
The time is coming, declares the Lord, when I will send a famine on the land—not a famine of bread, or a lack of water, but a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.
12 Xuning bilǝn ular dengizdin dengizƣa, ximaldin xǝrⱪⱪǝ kezip mangidu, Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵz-kalamini izdǝp uyan-buyan yürüp, uni tapalmaydu.
People will wander from sea to sea, from north to east, running to and fro searching for the word of the Lord, but they will not find it.
13 Xu küni güzǝl ⱪizlar ⱨǝm yigitlǝrmu ussuzluⱪtin ⱨalidin ketidu;
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Ⱨǝm Samariyǝning gunaⱨining [nami] bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm iqkǝnlǝr, Yǝni «Ilaⱨingning tirikliki bilǝn, i Dan», yaki «Bǝǝr-Xebadiki [ilaⱨiy] tirik yol bilǝn!» dǝp ⱪǝsǝm iqkǝnlǝr bolsa — Ular yiⱪilidu, ornidin ⱨǝrgiz ⱪaytidin turalmaydu.
Those who swear by the disgraceful idols of Samaria, who take oaths like, “By the life of your god, Dan,” or “A pilgrimage to the god of Beersheba”—they will fall, and never rise again.
