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 oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
2 Zidondiki sodigǝrlǝr dengizdin ɵtüp silǝrni tǝminlǝp kǝldi, i araldikilǝr, Əmdi xük bolunglar!
Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
3 Xiⱨordiki bipayan sular üstidin yɵtkigǝn danlar, Yǝni Nil dǝryasining ⱨosuli Turning daramiti bolƣanidi; U ǝllǝrning baziri bolƣanidi!
Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart 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!»
Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
5 Muxu hǝwǝr Misirƣa yǝtkǝndǝ, Ularmu bu hǝwǝr huddi turƣa kǝlgǝndǝk ⱪattiⱪ azablinidu.
Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
6 — Silǝr dengizdin ɵtüp Tarxixⱪa ketinglar! I dengiz boyidikilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar!
Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
7 Silǝrning ⱪǝdim ǝyyamdin bar bolƣan, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa tolƣan xǝⱨiringlar muxumu?! Mana ularning putliri ɵzlirini musapir ⱪilixⱪa yiraⱪlarƣa kɵtürüp baridu!
Is this to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
8 Tajlarni iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolƣan, Sodigǝrliri ǝmirlǝr bolƣan, Dǝllalliri jaⱨanda abruyluⱪlar ⱨesablanƣan turning bu tǝƣdirini kim bekitkǝn?
Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
9 — Bularni bekitküqi samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari Pǝrwǝrdigardur! Mǝⱪsiti bolsa xan-xɵⱨrǝttin kelip qiⱪⱪan jimi tǝkǝbburluⱪni rǝswa ⱪilix, Jaⱨandiki jimiki yüz-abruyluⱪlarni pǝslǝxtürüxtin ibarǝt!
Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
10 Tarxixning ⱪizi, Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵz zeminingda ǝrkin-azadǝ yayra! Qünki [Turdin] kǝlgǝn tizgin ⱨazir yoⱪ.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
11 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪolini dengiz üstigǝ uzitip, Dɵlǝtlǝrni tǝwritidu. U Ⱪanaan toƣruluⱪ ǝmr ⱪilƣan, Uningdiki ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanlarni yoⱪutulsun dǝp pǝrman qüxürgǝn.
His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her fortresses.
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.
Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no rest.
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.
Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
14 I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki ⱪorƣininglar harab ⱪilindi.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
15 Wǝ xu küni boliduki, Padixaⱨning künlǝrni ⱨesabliƣinidǝk, Tur yǝtmix yil untulidu. Yǝtmix yil ɵtkǝndin keyin, Turning ǝⱨwali paⱨixǝ ayalning nahxisidǝk bolidu;
So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to 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 thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
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;
So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon 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.
But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
