Ⱨabakkuk 2
1 «Əmdi mǝn ɵz kɵzitimdǝ turiwerimǝn, Ɵzümni munar üstidǝ dǝs tiklǝymǝn, Uning manga nemǝ dǝydiƣanliⱪini, Xuningdǝk ɵzüm bu dad-pǝryadim toƣruluⱪ ⱪandaⱪ tegixlik jawab tepixim kerǝklikini bilixni kütüp turimǝn».
On my kepyng Y schal stonde, and schal pitche a grees on wardyng; and Y schal biholde, that Y se what thing schal be seid to me, and what Y schal answere to hym that repreuith me.
2 Ⱨǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar jawabǝn manga mundaⱪ dedi: — «Oⱪuƣanlar yügürsun üqün, Bu kɵrüngǝn alamǝtni yeziwal; Uni tahtaylar üstigǝ eniⱪ oyup qiⱪ;
And the Lord answeride to me, and seide, Write thou the reuelacioun, and make it pleyn on tablis, that he renne, that schal rede it.
3 Qünki bu kɵrüngǝn alamǝt kǝlgüsidiki bekitilgǝn bir waⱪit üqün, U adǝmlǝrgǝ ahirǝtni tǝlpündüridu, U yalƣan gǝp ⱪilmaydu; Uzunƣiqǝ kǝlmǝy ⱪalsimu, uni kütkin; Qünki u jǝzmǝn yetip kelidu, ⱨeq keqikmǝydu.
For yit the visioun is fer, and it schal appere in to ende, and schal not lie; if it schal make dwellyng, abide thou it, for it comynge schal come, and schal not tarie.
4 Ⱪara, tǝkǝbburlixip kǝtküqini! Uning ⱪǝlbi ɵz iqidǝ tüz ǝmǝs; Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz etiⱪad-sadiⱪliⱪi bilǝn ⱨayat yaxaydu.
Lo! the soule of hym, that is vnbileueful, schal not be riytful in hym silf; forsothe the iust man schal lyue in his feith.
5 Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, xarab uningƣa satⱪunluⱪ ⱪilidu, — — U tǝkǝbbur adǝm, ɵydǝ tinim tapmaydu, Ⱨǝwisini tǝⱨtisaradǝk yoƣan ⱪilidu; U ɵlümdǝk ⱨeqⱪaqan ⱪanmaydu; Ɵzigǝ barliⱪ ǝllǝrni yiƣidu, Ⱨǝmmǝ hǝlⱪni ɵzigǝ ⱪaritiwalidu. (Sheol h7585)
And as wyn disseyueth a man drynkynge, so schal the proude man be, and he schal not be maad feir; for as helle he alargide his soule, and he is as deth, and he is not fillid; and he schal gadere to hym alle folkis, and he shal kepe togidere to hym alle puplis. (Sheol h7585)
6 Bularning ⱨǝmmisi keyin u toƣruluⱪ tǝmsilni sɵzlǝp, Kinayilik bir tepixmaⱪni tilƣa alidu: — «Ɵzining ǝmǝsni mening dǝp ⱪoxuwalƣuqiƣa way! ([Bundaⱪ ixlar] ⱪaqanƣiqǝ bolidu?!) Gɵrügǝ ⱪoyƣan nǝrsilǝr bilǝn ɵzini qingdiƣuqiƣa way!»
Whether not alle these puplis schulen take a parable on hym, and the speking of derk sentencis of hym? And it schal be seid, Wo to hym that multiplieth thingis not his owne; hou longe, and he aggreggith ayens hym silf thicke clei?
7 Sǝndin jazanǝ-ⱪǝrz alƣuqilar biraⱪla ⱪozƣalmamdu? Seni titrǝtküqilǝr biraⱪla oyƣanmamdu? Andin sǝn ularƣa olja bolmamsǝn?
Whether not sudeynli thei schulen rise to gidere, that schulen bite thee? And thei schulen be reisid to-teerynge thee, and thou schalt be in to raueyn to hem; and thin aspieris in yuel schulen wake.
8 Sǝn nurƣun ǝllǝrni bulang-talang ⱪilƣanliⱪing tüpǝylidin, Ⱨǝm kixilǝrning ⱪanliri, zemin, xǝⱨǝr ⱨǝm uningda turuwatⱪan ⱨǝmmǝylǝngǝ ⱪilƣan zulum-zorawanliⱪing tüpǝylidin, Saⱪlinip ⱪalƣan ǝllǝr seni bulang-talang ⱪilidu;
For thou robbidist many folkis, alle schulen robbe thee, whiche schulen be left of puplis, for blood of man, and for wickidnesse of lond of the citee, and of alle men dwellynge in it.
9 Ⱨalakǝt qanggilidin ⱪutulux üqün, Uwamni yuⱪiriƣa salay dǝp, Nǝpsi yoƣinap ɵz jǝmǝtigǝ ⱨaram mǝnpǝǝt yiƣⱪuqiƣa way!
Wo to hym that gaderith yuel coueitise to his hous, that his nest be in hiy, and gessith hym for to be delyuered of the hond of yuel.
10 Nurƣun hǝlⱪlǝrni wǝyran ⱪilip, Ɵz jǝmǝtinggǝ aⱨanǝt kǝltürdüng, Ɵz jeningƣa ⱪarxi gunaⱨ sadir ⱪilding.
Thou thouytist confusioun to thin hous; thou hast slayn many puplis, and thi soule synnede.
11 Qünki tamdin tax nida ⱪilidu, Yaƣaqlardin lim jawab beridu: —
For a stoon of the wal schal crie, and a tree that is bitwixe ioynturis of bildyngis schal answere.
12 Yurtni ⱪan bilǝn, Xǝⱨǝrni ⱪǝbiⱨlik bilǝn ⱪurƣuqiƣa way!»
Wo to hym that bildith a citee in bloodis, and makith redi a citee in wickidnesse.
13 Mana, hǝlⱪlǝrning jan tikip tapⱪan meⱨnitining pǝⱪǝt otⱪa yeⱪilƣu ⱪilinƣanliⱪi, Əl-yurtlarning ɵzlirini biⱨudǝ ⱨalsiratⱪanliⱪi, Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigardin ǝmǝsmu?
Whether not these thingis ben of the Lord of oostis? For puplis schulen trauele in myche fier, and folkis in veyn, and thei schulen faile.
14 Qünki huddi sular dengizni ⱪapliƣandǝk, Pütün yǝr yüzi Pǝrwǝrdigarni bilip-tonux bilǝn ⱪaplinidu.
For the erthe schal be fillid, that it knowe the glorie of the Lord, as watris hilynge the see.
15 Ɵz yeⱪiningƣa ⱨaraⱪni iqküzgüqigǝ — — Uning uyat yerigǝ ⱪarixing üqün, Tulumungdin ⱪuyup, uni mǝst ⱪilƣuqi sanga way!
Wo to hym that yyueth drynk to his frend, and sendith his galle, and makith drunkun, that he biholde his nakidnesse.
16 Xan-xǝrǝpning ornida xǝrmǝndiqilikkǝ tolisǝn; Ɵzüngmu iq, Hǝtniliking ayan bolsun! Pǝrwǝrdigarning ong ⱪolidiki ⱪǝdǝⱨ sǝn tǝrǝpkǝ burulidu, Xan-xǝripingning üstini rǝswayipǝslik basidu.
He is fillid with yuel fame for glorie; and thou drynke, and be aslept; the cuppe of the riythalf of the Lord schal cumpasse thee, and `castynge vp of yuel fame on thi glorie.
17 Liwanƣa ⱪilƣan zulum-zorawanliⱪ, Xundaⱪla ⱨaywanlarni ⱪorⱪitip ularƣa yǝtküzgǝn wǝyranqiliⱪmu, Kixilǝrning ⱪanliri, zemin, xǝⱨǝr ⱨǝm uningda turuwatⱪan ⱨǝmmǝylǝngǝ ⱪilƣan zulum-zorawanliⱪ tüpǝylidin, Bular sening mijiⱪingni qiⱪiridu.
For the wickidnesse of Liban schal kyuere thee, and distruccioun of beestis schal make hem aferd, of bloodis of man, and of wickidnesse of lond, and of the citee, and of alle men dwellynge ther ynne.
18 Oyma mǝbudning nemǝ paydisi, Uni uning yasiƣuqisi oyup qiⱪⱪan tursa? Ⱪuyma mǝbudningmu wǝ uningƣa tǝwǝ sahta tǝlim bǝrgüqining nemǝ paydisi — — Qünki uni yasiƣuqi ɵz yasiƣiniƣa tayinidu, Demǝk, zuwansiz «yoⱪ bolƣan nǝrsilǝr»ni yasaydu?
What profitith the `grauun ymage, for his makere grauyde it, a wellid thing togidere and fals ymage? for the makere therof hopide in makyng, that he made doumbe symylacris.
19 Yaƣaqⱪa «Oyƣan!» degǝn adǝmgǝ, Zuwansiz taxⱪa «Turǝ!» degǝngǝ way! U wǝz eytamdu? Mana, u altun-kümüx bilǝn ⱨǝllǝndi, Uning iqidǝ ⱨeq nǝpǝs yoⱪtur.
Wo to hym that seith to a tre, Wake thou; Rise thou, to a stoon beynge stille; whether he schal mow teche? Lo! this is kyuerid with gold and siluer, and no spirit is in his entrails.
20 Biraⱪ Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz muⱪǝddǝs ibadǝthanisididur! Pütkül yǝr yüzi Uning aldida süküt ⱪilsun!
Forsothe the Lord is in his hooli temple, al erthe be stille fro his face.
