Yǝxaya 14
1 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar Yaⱪupⱪa rǝⱨimdillik kɵrsitidu, Yǝnǝ Israilni tallaydu; U ularni ɵz yurt-zeminida makanlaxturidu. Xuning bilǝn yat adǝmlǝr ular bilǝn birlixip, Yaⱪup jǝmǝtigǝ ⱪoxulidu.
For Yahweh will have compassion on Jacob, And will yet choose Israel, And will give them rest upon their own soil, —And the sojourner, shall join himself, unto them, And they shall attach themselves unto the house of Jacob;
2 Ⱨǝrⱪaysi ǝl-millǝtlǝr ularni elip ɵz yurtiƣa apiridu; Israil jǝmǝti bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarning zeminida ularƣa ⱪul wǝ dedǝk süpitidǝ igidarqiliⱪ ⱪilidu; Ular ɵzlirini tutⱪun ⱪilƣanlarni tutidu; Ɵzlirini ǝzgǝnlǝrning üstidin idarǝ ⱪilidu.
And peoples shall take them, and bring them into their own place, And the house of Israel shall possess themselves of them upon the soil of Yahweh for servants and for handmaids, —Thus shall they be taking captive their captors, And shall tread down their oppressors.
3 Wǝ xundaⱪ boliduki, Pǝrwǝrdigar silǝrgǝ azabtin, sarasimidin wǝ ǝsir bolup mǝjburlanƣan muxǝⱪⱪǝtlik ⱪulluⱪtin aramliⱪ bǝrgǝn künidǝ,
And it shall come to pass, in the day when Yahweh shall give thee rest from thy toil, and from thy disquiet, —and from the hard service which had been laid upon thee,
4 Silǝr Babil padixaⱨi toƣrisida mundaⱪ maⱪal-tǝmsilni eytisilǝr: — «Ⱪara, bu jazanihor ⱪandaⱪ ⱨalak boldi, Talan-taraj ⱪilip altun topliƣuqi ⱪandaⱪ yoⱪaldi!
that thou shalt take up this taunt over the king of Babylon, and shalt say: —How hath ceased the oppressor! Ceased the exactress!
5 Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝzillǝrning ⱨasisini, Ⱨakimlarning zakon tayiⱪini,
Broke hath Yahweh the staff of the lawless, —The sceptre of despots;
6 Yǝni hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝrni aqqiⱪi bilǝn üzlüksiz urƣanni, Əllǝrgǝ ƣǝzǝp ⱪilip tizginsiz ziyankǝxlik ⱪilƣanni sunduruwǝtti.
Smiting peoples in passion With stroke unremitting, —Trampling, in anger, on nations, Persecution unhindered.
7 Pütkül yǝr yüzi aram tepip tinqlinidu; Ular nahxa eytip tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilidu.
Quiet, at rest, the whole earth, —Men have burst into shouting!
8 Ⱪariƣaylar bolsa ⱨalingdin xadlinidu, Liwandiki kedirlarmu: — «Sǝn gɵrüngdǝ yatⱪuzulƣandin keyin, Ⱨeqbir kǝsküqi bizni ⱪorⱪatmaydu!» — dǝydu.
Yea the pine-trees, make mirth at thee, Cedars of Lebanon, Since thou wast laid low, No feller hath come up against us!
9 Sǝn qüxüxüng bilǝn tǝⱨtisaradikilǝr seni ⱪarxi elixⱪa sarasimǝ bolup ketidu; Sǝn üqün ɵlüklǝrning roⱨliri, Jaⱨandiki jimiki «ɵqkǝ jinlar» ⱪozƣilidu; Əllǝrning ⱨǝmmǝ padixaⱨliri tǝhtliridin turƣuzulidu; (Sheol h7585)
Hades beneath, is excited about thee To meet thine arrival, —Rousing up, for thee Shades, All the he-goats of earth! Maketh rise from their thrones, All the kings of the nations. (Sheol h7585)
10 Ularning ⱨǝmmisi sanga ⱪarap mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Sening ⱨalingmu bizlǝrningkidǝk boxap kǝttimu? Bizgǝ ohxax bolup ⱪaldingmusǝn?!»
All of them, answer, and say to thee, —Thou too, made strengthless, as we! Unto us, art thou like!
11 Sening xanu-ⱨǝywiting qiltariliringning awazliri bilǝn billǝ tǝⱨtisaraƣa qüxürülüp tügidi; Astingda qiwin ⱪurti miȥildap ketidu, Üstüngni sazanglar ⱪaplap ketidu. (Sheol h7585)
Brought down to Hades, thy pride. The hum of thy harps, Beneath thee, is spread out corruption, And, thy coverlet—worms! (Sheol h7585)
12 I Qolpan, Sǝⱨǝr balisi, Sǝn ⱪandaⱪ ⱪilip asmandin yiⱪilip qüxkǝnsǝn! I tehi ɵtkǝndila ǝllǝrni yǝrgǝ yiⱪitⱪuqi, Sǝn yǝr yüzigǝ taxliwetilding!
How hast thou fallen from heaven, O Shining One—Son of the Dawn! Hewn down to the earth, O crusher of nations!
13 Sǝn ǝslidǝ kɵnglüngdǝ: — «Mǝn asmanlarƣa qiⱪimǝn, Tǝhtimni Hudaning yultuzliridin üstün ⱪilimǝn; Mǝn jamaǝtning teƣida, Yǝni ximal tǝrǝplǝrdimu olturimǝn;
Yet, thou, didst say in thy heart—The heavens, will I ascend, Above the stars of GOD, will I lift up my throne, —That I may sit in the Mount of Assembly In the Recesses of the North:
14 Mǝn bulutlarning egiz jayliridin yuⱪiriƣa ɵrlǝymǝn; Ⱨǝmmidin Aliy bilǝn tǝng bolimǝn!» — deding.
I will mount on the hills of the clouds, I will match the Most High!
Howbeit, to Hades, shalt thou be brought down, —To the Recesses of the Pit! (Sheol h7585)
16 Seni kɵrgǝnlǝr sanga yeⱪindin sinqilap ⱪarap: — «Jaⱨanni zilziligǝ kǝltürgǝn, padixaⱨliⱪlarni titrǝtkǝn adǝm muxumidu?
They who see thee, upon thee, will gaze, Upon thee, will thoughtfully muse, —Is this the man who startled the earth? Who terrified kingdoms?
17 Yǝr yüzini qɵl-bayawan ⱪilip, Uningdiki xǝⱨǝrlǝrni ƣulatⱪan, Tutⱪan ǝsirlǝrni ɵz yurtiƣa ⱨeq ⱪoyup bǝrmigǝn muxumidu?» — deyixidu.
Who made the world like a desert? And its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not, Each one to his home?
18 Mana ǝllǝrning xaⱨliri birimu ⱪalmay «xan-xǝrǝp»tǝ, [ⱪarangƣuluⱪtiki] ɵz ɵyidǝ yetixidu,
All the kings of the nations—they all, are lying in state Each one in his crypt;
19 Biraⱪ sǝn kǝmsitilgǝn [qirigǝn] bir xah kǝbi, Ɵltürülgǝnlǝrning dɵwisi astida, Ⱪiliq bilǝn sanjilƣan, ⱨangning tǝⱨtigǝ qüxidiƣanlarƣa ohxax, Ayaƣ astida dǝssǝp-qǝylǝngǝn ɵlüktǝk, Ɵz gɵrüngdin mǝⱨrum bolup taxliwetilding.
But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:
20 Sǝn axu padixaⱨlar bilǝn birgǝ dǝpnǝ ⱪilinmaysǝn, Qünki ɵz yurtungni wǝyran ⱪilƣansǝn, Ɵz hǝlⱪingni ɵltürüwǝtkǝnsǝn; Rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilarning nǝsli ⱨǝrgiz yǝnǝ tilƣa elinmaydu.
As for them who go down to the stones of the Pit, Thou shalt not be united with them in burial; For thy land, thou didst ruin Thy people, didst slay, —Unnamed to times age-abiding, Be the seed of the wicked!
21 Ata-bowilirining ⱪǝbiⱨlikliri tüpǝylidin, Uning oƣullirini ⱪǝtl ⱪilixⱪa tǝyyar ⱪilinglar; Xundaⱪ ⱪilƣanda, ular ornidin turup yǝr-jaⱨanni ixƣal ⱪilmaydu, Yǝr yüzini xǝⱨǝrgǝ toxⱪuzuwetǝlmǝydu.
Prepare—for his sons—shambles. For the iniquity of their fathers, —They shall not rise nor possess the earth, Nor fill the face of the world with cities.
22 Qünki Mǝn ularƣa ⱪarxi qiⱪimǝn, — dǝydu samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Mǝn Babildin uning namini wǝ uning ⱪalduⱪlirini, nǝsil-pǝrzǝntlirini üzüp taxlaymǝn, — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar,
I will rise. Then. against them, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, —And will cut off from Babylon Record and remnant And scion and seed, Declareth Yahweh.
23 — Wǝ uni ⱨuwⱪuxning makaniƣa, sazliⱪlarƣa aylandurimǝn; Ⱨalakǝt süpürgisi bilǝn uni süpürüp taxlaymǝn, — dǝydu samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
And will make her a possession for the bittern, And marshes of water, —And will sweep it with the besom of destruction, Declareth Yahweh of hosts.
24 Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ ⱪǝsǝm iqkǝnki, — Mǝn ⱪandaⱪ oylisam, xundaⱪ bolidu; Ⱪandaⱪ mǝⱪsǝtni kɵnglümgǝ püksǝm, xu tiklinidu,
Yahweh of hosts, hath sworn, saying, —Surely as I intended, so, hath it come to pass, And as I purposed, the same, shall stand: —
25 Mǝⱪsitim Ɵz zeminimda Asuriyǝlikni ⱪiyma-qiyma ⱪilixtin ibarǝt; Ɵz taƣlirimda uni dǝssǝp-qǝylǝymǝn; U salƣan boyunturuⱪ hǝlⱪimning boynidin, U artⱪan yük mürisidin elip taxlinidu.
That I will break in pieces the Assyrian in my land, Yea upon my mountains, will I tread him underfoot, —So shall be removed from off them his yoke, And his burden, from off their shoulder shall be removed.
26 Mana bu pütkül yǝr yüzi toƣruluⱪ iradǝ ⱪilinƣan mǝⱪsǝttur, Mana bu barliⱪ ǝllǝrning üstigǝ uzartilƣan ⱪoldur.
This, is the purpose that is purposed upon all the earth, —And, this, the hand outstretched over all the nations;
27 Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ mǝⱪsǝtni pükkǝnikǝn, Kim uni tosalisun? Uning ⱪoli uzartilƣanikǝn, kim uni yanduralisun?
For, Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed, —And who shall frustrate? And, his, is the hand outstretched, And who shall turn it back?
28 Aⱨaz padixaⱨ ɵlgǝn yilida mundaⱪ wǝⱨiy yüklǝndi: —
In the year that King Ahaz died, came this oracle: —
29 I Filistiyǝ, ⱨǝmminglar, «Bizni urƣan tayaⱪ sundi» dǝp xadlanmanglar; Qünki yilanning yiltizidin zǝⱨǝrlik bir yilan qiⱪidu, Uning nǝsli bolsa dǝⱨxǝtlik uqar yilan bolidu.
Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken, —For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.
30 Xuning bilǝn yoⱪsullarning tunji baliliri ozuⱪlinidu, Mɵminlǝr bolsa tinq-amanliⱪta yatidu; Biraⱪ Mǝn yiltizingni aqarqiliⱪ bilǝn yoⱪitimǝn Ⱪalƣan ⱪismingmu u tǝrǝptin ɵltürülidu.
Then shall feed the firstborn of the poor, And the needy, in confidence lie down, —And I will kill with famine thy root, And thy residue, shall be slain.
31 Xunga i ⱪowuⱪ, nalǝ kɵtürgin, I xǝⱨǝr, pǝryad qǝkkin! I Filistiyǝ, sǝn bolsang erip kǝtkǝnsǝn! Qünki ximal tǝrǝptin is-tütǝklik bir tüwrük ɵrlǝydu; Uning yiƣilƣan ⱪoxunlirida ⱨeqkim sǝpsiz ⱪalmaydu.
Howl—O gate, Make outcry—O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, —For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.
32 Əmdi bu ǝlning ǝlqilirigǝ ⱪandaⱪ jawab berix kerǝk? — «Zionni tikligüqi Pǝrwǝrdigardur; Uning hǝlⱪi iqidiki ezilgüqilǝr uningdin baxpanaⱨ tapidu» — degin!»
What, then, shall one answer the messengers of a nation? That Yahweh, hath founded Zion, And in her, shall seek refuge the oppressed of his people.
