Amos 8
1 Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar manga mundaⱪ bir ixni kɵrsǝtti; mana, bir sewǝt yazliⱪ mewǝ.
Here, My Lord, Yahweh, gave me to see, —and lo! 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.
So then he said, What canst thou see, Amos? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said Yahweh unto me, The end hath come unto my people Israel, I will not again any more forgive them;
3 — Xu küni ordidiki ⱪizlarning nahxiliri ⱪiya-qiyalarƣa aylinidu, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar; — Jǝsǝtlǝr kɵp bolidu; ular jay-jaylarda sirtⱪa taxlinidu. Süküt!
but palace-songs, shall become howlings, in that day, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh, —Many shall be the dead bodies in every place—cast forth—[with a] hush!
4 Buni anglanglar, ⱨǝy miskinlǝrni ǝzgüqilǝr, Zemindiki ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoⱪatmaⱪqi bolƣanlar —
Hear this, ye who pant after the needy, and to make an end of the oppressed 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!
Who say, When will the new moon, pass away, that we may sell corn? and the sabbath that we may open grain? who diminish the ephah, and increase the shekel, and who falsify by deceitful weights:
6 — Namratlarni kümüxkǝ, Miskin adǝmni bir jüp qoruⱪⱪa setiwalmaⱪqi bolƣanlar, Buƣdayni süpüründisi bilǝn ⱪoxup satmaⱪqi bolƣanlar!
Who buy—for silver—the poor, and the needy for a pair of shoes, —and that the refuse of the grain we may sell.
7 Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupning ƣururi bilǝn xundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm ⱪildiki, — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz ularning ⱪilƣanliridin ⱨeqbirini untumaymǝn!
Sworn hath Yahweh, by the Excellency of Jacob, —Surely I will never forget any of their doings!
8 Zemin bu ixlardin tǝwrinip kǝtmǝmdu? Wǝ uningda turuwatⱪanlarning ⱨǝmmisi matǝm tutmamdu? U Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵrlǝp ketidu, U Misir dǝryasidǝk ɵrkǝxlǝp, andin qɵküp ketidu.
Is it not, for this, that the land, shall tremble? and shall mourn every inhabitant therein? Shall it not come up—like the Nile, all of it, and be tossed and subside like the river of Egypt?
9 Xu küni xundaⱪ ǝmǝlgǝ axuruliduki, — dǝydu Rǝb Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Ⱪuyaxni qüxtǝ patⱪuzimǝn, Zeminni xu oquⱪ kündǝ ⱪarangƣulaxturimǝn.
Yea it shall come to pass, in that day, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh, that I will cause the sun to go in at high noon, —and will darken the earth on a day of brightness!
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.
So will I turn your festivals into mourning, and all your songs into a dirge, and I will bring up—on all loins—sackcloth, and upon every head—baldness, —and I will make it like the mourning for an only one, even the afterpart thereof, as a day of bitterness.
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.
Lo! days are coming, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh, that I will send a hunger throughout the land, —not a hunger for food, nor a thirst for water, but for hearing the words of Yahweh;
12 Xuning bilǝn ular dengizdin dengizƣa, ximaldin xǝrⱪⱪǝ kezip mangidu, Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵz-kalamini izdǝp uyan-buyan yürüp, uni tapalmaydu.
Therefore shall men rove about—from sea to sea, and from the north even unto sunrise, —they shall run to and fro—seeking the word of Yahweh, but shall not find [it].
13 Xu küni güzǝl ⱪizlar ⱨǝm yigitlǝrmu ussuzluⱪtin ⱨalidin ketidu;
In that day, shall the fair virgins and the choice 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 who swear by the Guilt of Samaria, and say, As thy God, liveth, O Dan! and, As the Way of Beer-sheba, liveth, shall fall, and shall not rise any more.
