Yǝxaya 23
1 Tur toƣruluⱪ yüklǝngǝn wǝⱨiy: — — I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki u harab ⱪilindi, Xu yǝrdǝ ɵy yoⱪ, portmu yoⱪ. Seprus arilidin bu hǝwǝr [kemidikilǝr]gǝ ayan ⱪilinidu.
The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2 Zidondiki sodigǝrlǝr dengizdin ɵtüp silǝrni tǝminlǝp kǝldi, i araldikilǝr, Əmdi xük bolunglar!
Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
3 Xiⱨordiki bipayan sular üstidin yɵtkigǝn danlar, Yǝni Nil dǝryasining ⱨosuli Turning daramiti bolƣanidi; U ǝllǝrning baziri bolƣanidi!
And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
4 I Zidon, hijalǝt bol, Qünki dengiz — yǝni Turƣa ⱪorƣan bolƣan dengiz dǝyduki: — «Mǝndǝ ⱨeq tolƣaⱪ bolmidi, ⱨeq tuƣmidim, Yigitlǝrni yaki ⱪizlarni ⱨeq baⱪmiƣandǝkmǝn!»
Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
5 Muxu hǝwǝr Misirƣa yǝtkǝndǝ, Ularmu bu hǝwǝr huddi turƣa kǝlgǝndǝk ⱪattiⱪ azablinidu.
As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 — Silǝr dengizdin ɵtüp Tarxixⱪa ketinglar! I dengiz boyidikilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
7 Silǝrning ⱪǝdim ǝyyamdin bar bolƣan, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa tolƣan xǝⱨiringlar muxumu?! Mana ularning putliri ɵzlirini musapir ⱪilixⱪa yiraⱪlarƣa kɵtürüp baridu!
Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
8 Tajlarni iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolƣan, Sodigǝrliri ǝmirlǝr bolƣan, Dǝllalliri jaⱨanda abruyluⱪlar ⱨesablanƣan turning bu tǝƣdirini kim bekitkǝn?
Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
9 — Bularni bekitküqi samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari Pǝrwǝrdigardur! Mǝⱪsiti bolsa xan-xɵⱨrǝttin kelip qiⱪⱪan jimi tǝkǝbburluⱪni rǝswa ⱪilix, Jaⱨandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluⱪlarni pǝslǝxtürüxtin ibarǝt!
YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
10 Tarxixning ⱪizi, Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵz zeminingda ǝrkin-azadǝ yayra! Qünki [Turdin] kǝlgǝn tizgin ⱨazir yoⱪ.
Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
11 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪolini dengiz üstigǝ uzitip, Dɵlǝtlǝrni tǝwritidu. U Ⱪanaan toƣruluⱪ ǝmr ⱪilƣan, Uningdiki ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanlarni yoⱪutulsun dǝp pǝrman qüxürgǝn.
He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
12 Wǝ: — «I basⱪunqiliⱪⱪa uqriƣan Zidon ⱪizi, Sǝn ikkinqi ⱨeq tǝntǝnǝ ⱪilmaysǝn, Ornungdin turup, Seprus ariliƣa ɵtüp kǝtkin, Ⱨǝtta xu yǝrdǝ sǝn ⱨeq aram tapmaysǝn» — dedi.
And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
13 Ⱪaranglar, Babil-kaldiylǝrning zeminini! Bu yǝrning hǝlⱪi bolup baⱪmiƣandǝk ⱪilidu; Asuriyǝ uni qɵl-bayawan janiwarliri üqün makan ⱪilƣan; Potǝylǝrni yasap, ularning saray-ordilirini wǝyran ⱪilip, harabilikkǝ aylanduruwǝtkǝn.
Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
14 I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki ⱪorƣininglar harab ⱪilindi.
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
15 Wǝ xu küni boliduki, Padixaⱨning künlǝrni ⱨesabliƣinidǝk, Tur yǝtmix yil untulidu. Yǝtmix yil ɵtkǝndin keyin, Turning ǝⱨwali paⱨixǝ ayalning nahxisidǝk bolidu;
And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
16 Qiltarni elip, xǝⱨǝrni aylinip yür, I untulƣan paⱨixǝ ayal! Ɵzünggǝ yǝnǝ hǝⱪning diⱪⱪitini tartay desǝng, Yeⱪimliⱪ bir pǝdǝ qelip, kɵprǝk nahxilarni eyt!
Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
17 Əmdi xundaⱪ boliduki, Yǝtmix yilning ɵtüxi bilǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigar Turni yoⱪlaydu; Xuning bilǝn u yǝnǝ ɵzini ijarigǝ berip, Yǝr yüzidiki ⱨǝmmǝ padixaⱨliⱪlar bilǝn yǝnǝ buzuⱪqiliⱪ ⱪilidu;
And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
18 Xuning bilǝn uning malliri wǝ ɵzini setip, tapⱪan puli bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa atilip muⱪǝddǝs bolidu; U hǝzinigǝ selinmaydu yaki toplanmaydu, Qünki uning muxu sodisi bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarning aldida turƣanlar üqün ayrim ⱪilinidu; U ularƣa ⱪanƣuqǝ yǝp-iqixkǝ, xundaⱪla ularning esil kiyim-keqǝkliri üqün ixlitilidu.
And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
