Amos 8
1 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar manga mundaⱪ bir ixni kɵrsǝtti; mana, bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewǝ.
Thus hath the Lord God shewed vnto me, and behold, a basket of summer fruite.
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.
And he said, Amos, what seest thou? And I sayd, A basket of sommer fruite. Then sayd the Lord vnto me, The ende is come vpon my people of Israel, I wil passe by them no more.
3 — Xu küni ordidiki ⱪizlarning nahxiliri ⱪiya-qiyalarƣa aylinidu, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar; — Jǝsǝtlǝr kɵp bolidu; ular jay-jaylarda sirtⱪa taxlinidu. Süküt!
And the songs of the Temple shalbe howlings in that day, saith the Lord God: many dead bodies shalbe in euery place: they shall cast them forth with silence.
4 Buni anglanglar, ⱨǝy miskinlǝrni ǝzgüqilǝr, Zemindiki ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar —
Heare this, O yee that swallowe vp the poore, that ye may make the needie of the lande to fayle,
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!
Saying, When will the newe moneth bee gone, that we may sell corne? and the Sabbath, that we may set forth wheate, and make the Ephah small, and the shekel great, and falsifie the weights by deceit?
6 — Namratlarni kümüxkǝ, Miskin adǝmni bir jüp qoruⱪⱪa setiwalmaⱪqi bolƣanlar, Buƣdayni süpüründisi bilǝn ⱪoxup satmaⱪqi bolƣanlar!
That we may buy the poore for siluer, and the needie for shooes: yea, and sell the refuse of the wheate.
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupning ƣururi bilǝn xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm ⱪildiki, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz ularning ⱪilƣanliridin ⱨeqbirini untumaymǝn!
The Lord hath sworne by the excellencie of Iaakob, Surely I will neuer forget any of their workes.
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 lande tremble for this, and euery one mourne, that dwelleth therein? and it shall rise vp wholy as a flood, and it shall bee cast out, and drowned as by the flood of Egypt.
9 Xu küni xundaⱪ ǝmǝlgǝ axuruliduki, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Ⱪuyaxni qüxtǝ patⱪuzimǝn, Zeminni xu oquⱪ kündǝ ⱪarangƣulaxturimǝn.
And in that day, saith the Lord God, I will euen cause the sunne to go downe at noone: and I will darken the earth in the cleare day.
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.
And I will turne your feastes into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation: and I will bring sackcloth vpon all loynes, and baldnes vpon euery head: and I will make it as the mourning of an onely sonne, and the ende thereof as 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.
Beholde, the dayes come, sayeth the Lord God, that I will send a famine in the lande, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the word of the Lord.
12 Xuning bilǝn ular dengizdin dengizƣa, ximaldin xǝrⱪⱪǝ kezip mangidu, Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵz-kalamini izdǝp uyan-buyan yürüp, uni tapalmaydu.
And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the North euen vnto the East shall they run to and from to seeke the worde of the Lord, and shall not finde it.
13 Xu küni güzǝl ⱪizlar ⱨǝm yigitlǝrmu ussuzluⱪtin ⱨalidin ketidu;
In that day shall the faire virgines and the yong men perish for 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.
They that sweare by the sinne of Samaria, and that say, Thy God, O Dan, liueth, and the maner of Beer-sheba liueth, euen they shall fall, and neuer rise vp againe.
