Amos 8
1 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar manga mundaⱪ bir ixni kɵrsǝtti; mana, bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewǝ.
Thus has the Lord GOD showed unto me: and behold a basket of summer 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.
And he said, Amos, what see you? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said the LORD unto me, The end has come upon my people of Israel; I will not again pass by them any 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 shall be wailings in that day, says the Lord GOD: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth with silence.
4 Buni anglanglar, ⱨǝy miskinlǝrni ǝzgüqilǝr, Zemindiki ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar —
Hear this, O all of you that swallow up the needy, even to make the poor of the land to fail,
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 new moon be gone, that we may sell corn? and the sabbath, that we may set forth wheat, making the ephah small, and the shekel great, and falsifying the balances by deceit?
6 — Namratlarni kümüxkǝ, Miskin adǝmni bir jüp qoruⱪⱪa setiwalmaⱪqi bolƣanlar, Buƣdayni süpüründisi bilǝn ⱪoxup satmaⱪqi bolƣanlar!
That we may buy the poor for silver, and the needy for a pair of shoes; yea, and sell the refuse of the wheat?
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupning ƣururi bilǝn xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm ⱪildiki, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz ularning ⱪilƣanliridin ⱨeqbirini untumaymǝn!
The LORD has sworn by the excellency of Jacob, Surely I will never forget any of their works.
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 for this, and every one mourn that dwells therein? and it shall rise up wholly as a flood; and it shall be 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 it shall come to pass in that day, says the Lord GOD, that I will cause the sun to go down at noon, and I will darken the earth in the clear 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 turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end 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.
Behold, the days come, says the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but 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.
And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall run back and forth to seek the word of the LORD, and shall not find it.
13 Xu küni güzǝl ⱪizlar ⱨǝm yigitlǝrmu ussuzluⱪtin ⱨalidin ketidu;
In that day shall the fair virgins and young men faint 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 swear by the sin of Samaria, and say, Your god, O Dan, lives; and, The manner of Beersheba lives; even they shall fall, and never rise up again.
