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, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath 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, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
3 Xiⱨordiki bipayan sular üstidin yɵtkigǝn danlar, Yǝni Nil dǝryasining ⱨosuli Turning daramiti bolƣanidi; U ǝllǝrning baziri bolƣanidi!
And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is 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!»
Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, 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 [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 — Silǝr dengizdin ɵtüp Tarxixⱪa ketinglar! I dengiz boyidikilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
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? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
8 Tajlarni iltipat ⱪilƣuqi bolƣan, Sodigǝrliri ǝmirlǝr bolƣan, Dǝllalliri jaⱨanda abruyluⱪlar ⱨesablanƣan turning bu tǝƣdirini kim bekitkǝn?
Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured 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!
Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
10 Tarxixning ⱪizi, Nil dǝryasidǝk ɵz zeminingda ǝrkin-azadǝ yayra! Qünki [Turdin] kǝlgǝn tizgin ⱨazir yoⱪ.
Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
11 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪolini dengiz üstigǝ uzitip, Dɵlǝtlǝrni tǝwritidu. U Ⱪanaan toƣruluⱪ ǝmr ⱪilƣan, Uningdiki ⱪǝl’ǝ-ⱪorƣanlarni yoⱪutulsun dǝp pǝrman qüxürgǝn.
His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath 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 saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'
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 people was not, Asshur founded it for the Ziim, They raised its watch-towers, They lifted up her palaces, — He hath appointed her for a ruin!
14 I Tarxixtiki kemilǝr, aⱨ-zar kɵtürünglar! Qünki ⱪorƣininglar harab ⱪilindi.
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath 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 hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre 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 round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest 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 hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That 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 gift have been holy to Jehovah, Not treasured up nor stored, For to those sitting before Jehovah is her merchandise, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
