< Yǝxaya 47 >

1 «I Babilning pak ⱪizi, kelip topa-qangƣa oltur; I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, tǝhtsiz bolup yǝrgǝ oltur! Qünki sǝn «latapǝtlik wǝ nazuk» dǝp ikkinqi atalmaysǝn.
Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'O tender and delicate one.'
2 «Tügmǝn texini qɵrüp, un tart ǝmdi, Qümpǝrdǝngni eqip taxla, Kɵnglikingni seliwǝt, Paqiⱪingni yalingaqla, Dǝryalardin su keqip ɵt;
Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
3 Uyatliⱪing eqilidu; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, nomusungƣa tegilidu; Mǝn intiⱪam alimǝn, Ⱨeqkimni ayap ⱪoymaymǝn.
Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.
4 Bizning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqimiz bolsa, «Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar» Uning nami; U Israildiki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqidur.
Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
5 I kaldiylǝrning ⱪizi, süküt ⱪelip jim oltur, Ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa kirip kǝt; Qünki buningdin keyin ikkinqi «sǝltǝnǝtlǝrning hanixi» dǝp atalmaysǝn.
Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'Mistress of kingdoms.'
6 Mǝn Ɵz hǝlⱪimdin ƣǝzǝplǝndim, Xunga Ɵzümning mirasimni bulƣiwǝttim, Xuning bilǝn ularni ⱪolungƣa tapxurup bǝrdim; Sǝn bolsang ularƣa ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ rǝⱨim kɵrsǝtmiding; Yaxanƣanlarning üstigimu boyunturuⱪlarni intayin eƣir ⱪilip salding;
I have been wroth against My people, I have polluted Mine inheritance And I give them into thy hand, Thou hast not appointed for them mercies, On the aged thou hast made thy yoke very heavy,
7 Xuning bilǝn sǝn: — «Mǝn mǝnggügǝ hanix bolimǝn» dǝp, Muxu ixlarni kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding; Ularning aⱪiwitini ⱨeq oylap baⱪmidingsǝn.
And thou sayest, 'To the age I am mistress,' While thou hast not laid these things to thy heart, Thou hast not remembered the latter end of it.
8 Əmdi ⱨazir, i ǝndixisiz yaxap kǝlgüqi, Ɵz-ɵzigǝ: «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur, Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz tul ayalning japasini yaki balilardin mǝⱨrum boluxning japasini tartmaymǝn» — degüqi, I sǝn ǝyx-ixrǝtkǝ berilgüqisǝn, Xuni anglap ⱪoy: —
And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently — Who is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and none else, I sit not a widow, nor know bereavement.'
9 «Dǝl muxu ikki ix, — Balilardin mǝⱨrum bolux wǝ tulluⱪ — Bir dǝⱪiⱪidǝ, bir kün iqidila bexingƣa tǝng qüxidu; Nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliring tüpǝylidin, Bǝk kɵp ǝpsunliring üqün ular toluⱪ bexingƣa kelidu.
And come in to thee do these two things, In a moment, in one day, childlessness and widowhood, According to their perfection they have come upon thee, In the multitude of thy sorceries, In the exceeding might of thy charms.
10 Qünki sǝn ɵzüngning rǝzillikinggǝ tayanƣansǝn, Sǝn «Ⱨeqkim meni kɵrmǝydu» — deding; Sening danaliⱪing wǝ biliming ɵzüngni eziⱪturup, Sǝn kɵnglüngdǝ: — «Mǝnla bardurmǝn, mǝndin baxⱪa biri yoⱪtur» — deding.
And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I [am], and none else.'
11 Biraⱪ balayi’apǝt seni besip kelidu; Sǝn uning kelip qiⱪixini bilmǝysǝn; Ⱨalakǝt bexingƣa qüxidu; Sǝn ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ «ⱨamiy puli» bilǝn uni tosalmaysǝn; Sǝn ⱨeq kütmigǝn wǝyranqiliⱪ tuyuⱪsiz seni besip qüxidu.
And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
12 Əmdi ⱪeni, yaxliⱪingdin tartip ɵzüngni upritip kǝlgǝn ǝpsunliringni, Xundaⱪla nurƣunliƣan jadugǝrlikliringni ⱨazir oⱪup turiwǝr; Kim bilsun, sǝn ulardin payda kɵrüp ⱪalamsǝn? Birǝr nemini tǝwritip ⱪoyalarsǝn ⱨǝrⱪaqan?!
Stand, I pray thee, in thy charms, And in the multitude of thy sorceries, In which thou hast laboured from thy youth, It may be thou art able to profit, It may be thou dost terrify!
13 Sǝn alƣan mǝsliⱨǝtliring bilǝn ⱨalsizlinip kǝtting; Əmdi asmanlarƣa ⱪarap tǝbir bǝrgüqilǝr, Yultuzlarƣa ⱪarap palqiliⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar, Yengi aylarni kɵzitip munǝjjimlik ⱪilip ixlarni «aldin’ala eytⱪuqilar» ornidin tǝng turup bexingƣa qüxidiƣanlardin seni ⱪutⱪuzsun!
Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy counsels, Stand up, I pray thee, and save thee, Let the charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months, From those things that come on thee!
14 Mana, ular pahaldǝk bolup ketidu; Ot ularni kɵydüriwetidu; Ular ɵzlirini yalⱪunning ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzalmaydu; Biraⱪ ularda adǝmni issitⱪudǝk ⱨeq kɵmür, Yaki adǝm issinƣudǝk ⱨeq gülhan yoⱪtur!
Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
15 Seni awarǝ ⱪilƣan, Yaxliⱪingdin tartip sǝndǝ soda ⱪilƣanlar sanga muxundaⱪ paydisiz bolidu; Ⱨǝrbiri ɵz yolini izdǝp ketip ⱪalidu; Seni ⱪutⱪuzƣudǝk ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur.
So have they been to thee with whom thou hast laboured, Thy merchants from thy youth, Each to his passage they have wandered, Thy saviour is not!

< Yǝxaya 47 >