Yǝxaya 17
1 Dǝmǝxⱪ toƣruluⱪ yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy: — Mana, Dǝmǝxⱪ xǝⱨǝr bolup turuwǝrmǝy, naⱨayiti bir dɵwǝ harabiliⱪⱪa aylandurulidu.
The word about Damascus. See, they have made Damascus a town no longer; it has become a waste place.
2 Aroǝrdiki xǝⱨǝrlǝr adǝmzatsiz bolup, Ⱪoy padiliriƣa ⱪaldurulidu, Ular tinq-aman yatidu, Ularni ⱪorⱪutⱪudǝk ⱨeqbir adǝmmu kɵrünmǝydu.
Her towns are unpeopled for ever; there the flocks take their rest in peace, without fear.
3 Əfraimda bolsa, ⱪorƣanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrlǝr yoⱪilidu, Dǝmǝxⱪning xaⱨanǝ ⱨoⱪuⱪi, Suriyǝning ⱪalduⱪliri yoⱪilidu; Ular «Israilning xɵⱨriti»dǝk yoⱪ bolidu. — dǝydu samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
The strong tower has gone from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus: the rest of Aram will come to destruction, and be made like the glory of the children of Israel, says the Lord of armies.
4 Xu küni xundaⱪ boliduki, Yaⱪupning xɵⱨriti suslixip, Tenidiki semiz ǝtlǝr sizip ketidu.
And it will be in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made small, and the strength of his body will become feeble.
5 Ularning ⱨali bolsa ormiqi buƣday orƣandin keyin, Yǝni biliki bilǝn yiƣip orƣandin keyin, Ⱨǝtta Rǝfayim jilƣisida adǝmlǝr baxaⱪlarni tǝrgǝndin keyinki ⱨalǝtkǝ ohxax, [ⱪalƣini yoⱪ deyǝrlik bolidu];
And it will be like a man cutting the growth of his grain, pulling together the heads of the grain with his arm; even as when they get in the grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6 Ⱨalbuki, yǝnǝ azraⱪ tǝrgüdǝk baxaⱪ, Zǝytun dǝrihi silkingǝndin keyin, Əng uqida ikki-üq tal mewǝ, Kɵp mewiligǝn xahlirida tɵt-bǝx tal mewǝ ⱪaldurulidu, — dǝydu Israilning Hudasi bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar.
But it will be like a man shaking an olive-tree, something will still be there, two or three berries on the top of the highest branch, four or five on the outside branches of a fertile tree, says the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 — Xu küni insan bolsa Yaratⱪuqisiƣa nǝzirini tikidu, Kɵzi Israildiki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqida bolidu.
In that day a man's heart will be turned to his Maker, and his eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Ular ɵz ⱪurbangaⱨliriƣa, yǝni ɵz ⱪoli bilǝn yasiƣanliriƣa, Yaki barmaⱪliri bilǝn xǝkillǝndürgǝnlirigǝ ⱨeq ⱪarimaydu, Nǝ «Axǝraⱨ»larƣa nǝ «kün tüwrükliri»gǝ ⱨeq ümid baƣlimaydu.
He will not be looking to the altars, the work of his hands, or to the wood pillars or to the sun-images which his fingers have made.
9 Xu künidǝ uning ⱪorƣanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrliri, Əslidiki Israillarning aldida qatⱪalliⱪⱪa wǝ taⱪir taƣlarƣa aylandurulƣan harabǝ xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk, Ⱨǝmmisi wǝyran bolup ketidu.
In that day your towns will be like the waste places of the Hivites and the Amorites which the children of Israel took for a heritage, and they will come to destruction.
10 Qünki nijating bolƣan Hudani untup ⱪalding, Küqüng bolƣan «Ⱪoram Tax Bolƣuqi»ni ǝslimiding; Xunga sǝn «sǝrhil» ɵsümlüklǝrni tikip ⱪoyƣining bilǝn, Wǝ yaⱪa yurttiki üzüm tallirini tikkining bilǝn,
For you have not given honour to the God of your salvation, and have not kept in mind the Rock of your strength; for this cause you made a garden of Adonis, and put in it the vine-cuttings of a strange god;
11 Ularni tikkǝn künila yaxartⱪining bilǝn, Tikkǝn ǝtisila ularni qeqǝklǝtkining bilǝn, Ⱨosuliƣa erixkǝn künidǝ, u pǝⱪǝt bir patman dawaliƣusiz ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝt bolidu, halas!
In the day of your planting you were watching its growth, and in the morning your seed was flowering: but its fruit is wasted away in the day of grief and bitter sorrow.
12 Ⱨǝy! Kɵp hǝlⱪlǝrning quⱪan-sürǝnliri! Ular dengiz-okyanlarni urƣutup dolⱪunlardǝk xawⱪunlarni kɵtüridu, Aⱨ, ǝllǝrning ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliri! Dolⱪunlanƣan küqlük sulardǝk ular ⱪaynam-taxⱪinlarni kɵtüridu.
Ah! the voice of peoples, like the loud sounding of the seas, and the thundering of great nations rushing on like the bursting out of waters!
13 Əllǝr uluƣ sularning ⱪaynam-taxⱪinliridǝk dolⱪunlinip ketidu; Biraⱪ U ularning dǝkkisini berixi bilǝnla, ular yiraⱪⱪa bǝdǝr ⱪeqip ketidu. Ular taƣdiki ot-qɵplǝrning topa-topanliri xamalda yiraⱪlarƣa uquruwetilgǝndǝk, Ⱪara ⱪuyun aldida qang-tozanglar ⱪuyun bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetilidu!
But he will put a stop to them, and make them go in flight far away, driving them like the waste of the grain on the tops of the mountains before the wind, and like the circling dust before the storm.
14 Kǝqtǝ — wǝⱨimǝ! Tang sǝⱨǝrdǝ — yoⱪ biraⱪ! Mana bizni bulap kǝtkǝnlǝrning nesiwisi, Bizdin olja-ƣǝniymǝt eliwalƣanlarning aⱪiwitidur!
In the evening there is fear, and in the morning they are gone. This is the fate of those who take our goods, and the reward of those who violently take our property for themselves.
