Amos 8
1 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar manga mundaⱪ bir ixni kɵrsǝtti; mana, bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewǝ.
Thus did the Lord Eternal show unto me: and, behold, there was 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, What dost thou see, 'Amos? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said the Lord unto me, The end is come for my people Israel: I will not farther indulge 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 become a wailing on that day, saith the Lord Eternal: many shall be the dead bodies; in every place shall men throw them down, [saying, ] Be silent.
4 Buni anglanglar, ⱨǝy miskinlǝrni ǝzgüqilǝr, Zemindiki ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar —
Hear this, O ye that are greedy to swallow the needy, and to ruin 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!
Saying, When will the new moon be gone, that we may sell provision? and the sabbath, that we may open the corn-warehouses, making the ephah small, and increasing the shekel, and cheating with deceitful balances?
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; and even sell the refuse of the corn?
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupning ƣururi bilǝn xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm ⱪildiki, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz ularning ⱪilƣanliridin ⱨeqbirini untumaymǝn!
Sworn hath the Lord by the excellency of Jacob, Surely I will not forget to eternity all 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 because of this the land not tremble, and mourn every one that dwelleth therein? and shall it not rise up like a stream wholly, and roll onward and sink again like the stream 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 on that day, saith the Lord Eternal, that I will cause the sun to set at noon, and I will bring darkness over the earth on a bright 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 change your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentations; and I will bring upon all loins sackcloth, and upon every head baldness; and I will cause [the land] to mourn as one doth for an only son, and its end to be as a day of bitter [complaint].
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, days are coming, saith the Lord Eternal, when I will send a famine in the land, not a famine for bread, nor a thirst for water, but to hear 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 will wander about from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they will roam about to seek the word of the Lord; but they shall not find it.
13 Xu küni güzǝl ⱪizlar ⱨǝm yigitlǝrmu ussuzluⱪtin ⱨalidin ketidu;
On that day shall the fair virgins and the 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.
Those that swear by the guilt of Samaria, and say, As thy god liveth, O Dan; and, As liveth the worshipped idol of Beer-sheba', —yea, they shall fall, and never rise up again.
