Yǝxaya 16
1 «Əmdi [ƣǝllǝ-paraⱪ] ⱪozisini Sela [rayondin] elip, Qɵl-bayawandin ɵtüp zeminlarning ⱨɵkümraniƣa, Yǝni Zion ⱪizining teƣiƣa ǝwǝtkin!»
Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
2 Uwisidin quwulup patiparaⱪ bolup kǝtkǝn ⱪuxlardǝk, Moab ⱪizliri Arnon dǝryasining keqikliridǝ [alaⱪzadǝ] yüridu.
The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
3 «Parasǝt bilǝn ⱨɵküm ⱪilinglar!»
Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.
4 «[I Zion ⱪizi], sayingizni qüxürüp qüxtiki yoruⱪluⱪni tün ⱪarangƣusidǝk ⱪiling, Xu ƣeriblarni yoxurup ⱪoyƣaysiz; Ⱪoƣlanƣanlarni axkarilap ⱪoymiƣaysiz! Mening Moabdiki musapirlirimni ɵzingiz bilǝn billǝ turƣuzƣaysiz, Ular üqün wǝyran ⱪilƣuqining aldida baxpanaⱨ bolƣaysiz!».
Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.
5 «[Ɵtünüxünglar toƣra], qünki ǝzgüqi yoⱪilidu, Ⱨalakǝt yoⱪ bolidu, Əzgüqilǝrning ⱨǝmmisi zemindin yoⱪilidu. Ɵzgǝrmǝs meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt bilǝn bir tǝht tiklinidu; «Dawutning qediri» iqidiki xu tǝht üstidǝ birsi olturidu. U bolsa, ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn adalǝt yürgüzidiƣan, xundaⱪla adalǝtni izdǝydiƣan, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni ilgiri süridiƣan bolidu.
Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.
6 — Biz Moabning ⱨakawurluⱪi toƣrisida angliduⱪ (u intayin ⱨakawur!), Yǝni uning ⱨakawurluⱪi, tǝkǝbburluⱪi, noqiliⱪ ⱪilidiƣanliⱪi toƣrisida angliduⱪ; Biraⱪ uning qong gǝpliri bikar bolidu!
We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
7 Xunga Moab Moab üqün zar yiƣlaydu; Ularning ⱨǝmmisi zar-zar yiƣlaydu; Ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝtkǝ qɵmüp Kir-Ⱨarǝsǝtning «kixmix poxkalliri» üqün zar-zar yiƣlanglar!
All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
8 Ⱨǝxbon rayonidiki etizlar, Sibmaⱨdiki üzüm tallirimu yiglǝp ketidu; Əllǝrning ǝmirliri uning sǝrhil ɵsümlüklirini buzup qǝylǝydu; Ular ǝslidǝ Yaazǝrgiqǝ yetip, qɵl-dalalarni kǝzgǝnidi; Pelǝkliri sozulup, «[Ɵlük] Dengiz»ning nerisiƣa yǝtti.
Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.
9 Xunga Mǝn Yaazǝrning zar-yiƣisi bilǝn billǝ Sibmaⱨning üzüm teli üqün yiƣlaymǝn; I Ⱨǝxbon, Elealaⱨ, Ɵz kɵz yaxlirim bilǝn silǝrni suƣirimǝn! Qünki yazliⱪ mewiliringgǝ, ⱨosulung üstigǝ tǝntǝnǝ bir sada yangritilidu.
So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.
10 Huxalliⱪ mewilik baƣlardin mǝⱨrum ⱪilinip, Xadliⱪmu yoⱪ ⱪilinidu; Üzümzarliⱪlarda nǝ nahxa awazliri anglanmaydu, Nǝ tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilinmaydu; Dǝssigüqilǝr üzüm kɵlqǝklirini qǝylimǝydu. Qünki Mǝn üzüm kɵlqǝkliridiki huxal warⱪiraxlarni tohtattim.
Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.
11 Xunga iq-baƣrilirim Moab üqün qalƣan qiltardǝk aƣrip mungluⱪ yangraydu, Iqim Kir-Ⱨǝrǝsdikilǝr üqünmu xundaⱪ;
Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
12 Xundaⱪ boliduki, Moab ɵzini upritip dua ⱪilƣili ɵzining «yuⱪiri orni»ƣa qiⱪip kǝlgǝndǝ, Yaki dua ⱪilƣili «muⱪǝddǝs ɵyi»gǝ kirgǝndǝ, U muwǝppǝⱪiyǝtkǝ erixǝlmǝydu.
The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.
13 Mana muxu sɵzlǝrni Pǝrwǝrdigar Moab toƣruluⱪ burun eytⱪan.
This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
14 Biraⱪ ⱨazir Pǝrwǝrdigar xundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Üq yil iqidǝ mǝdikar ⱨesabliƣandǝk, Moabning kɵpligǝn ⱪoxun-aⱨalisi bolƣini bilǝn, Uning pǝhirlǝngǝn xɵⱨriti yǝksan bolidu; Ularning ⱪalduⱪliri bolsa intayin az wǝ ⱨalsiz bolidu».
But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.
