Yǝxaya 51
1 «I ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪⱪa intilgüqilǝr, Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigüqilǝr, Manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar: — Silǝrni yonup qiⱪarƣan taxⱪa, Silǝrni kolap qiⱪarƣan orǝkkǝ nǝzǝr selinglar;
Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, —Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:
2 Atanglar Ibraⱨimƣa, silǝrni tuƣup bǝrgǝn Saraⱨⱪa nǝzǝr selinglar; Qünki Mǝn uni yalƣuz qeƣida qaⱪirdim, Uningƣa bǝht ata ⱪildim, Ⱨǝm uni awundurdum.
Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, —For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.
3 Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar Zionƣa tǝsǝlli bǝrmǝy ⱪoymaydu; Uning barliⱪ harabǝ yǝrlirigǝ qoⱪum tǝsǝlli beridu; U qoⱪum uning janggallirini Erǝn baƣqisidǝk, Uning qɵl-bayawanlirini Pǝrwǝrdigarning beƣidǝk ⱪilidu; Uningdin huxalliⱪ ⱨǝm xad-huramliⱪ, Rǝⱨmǝtlǝr ⱨǝm nahxa awazliri tepilidu.
For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh, —Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
4 Mening hǝlⱪim, gepimni anglanglar, Ɵz elim, manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Qünki Mǝndin bir ⱪanun-tǝlim kelidu, Wǝ Mǝn ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪitimni ǝl-yurtlar üqün bir nur ⱪilip tiklǝymǝn.
Attend unto me, O my people, And, O, my nation unto me give ear, —For, instruction, from me, shall go forth, And, my justice—for a light of peoples, will I establish:
5 Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim silǝrgǝ yeⱪin, Mening nijatim yolƣa qiⱪti; Mening bilǝklirim ǝl-yurtlarƣa ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni elip kelidu; Arallar Meni kütüp umid baƣlaydu, Ular Mening bilikimgǝ tayinidu.
At hand is my righteousness. Gone forth hath my salvation, And, mine own arms, unto the peoples, shall give justice, —Upon me, Coastlands, shall wait, And for mine arm, shall they hope.
6 Bexinglarni kɵtürüp asmanlarƣa, Astinglarda turƣan yǝr-zeminƣimu ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Qünki asmanlar is-tütǝktǝk ƣayib bolidu, Yǝr-zemin bolsa bir tal kiyimdǝk konirap ketidu; Uningda turuwatⱪanlarmu ohxaxla ɵlidu; Biraⱪ nijatim bolsa ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqidur, Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim ⱨǝrgiz yanjilmaydu.
Lift up—to the heavens—your eyes, And look around to the earth beneath Though, the heavens, like smoke, should have vanished And, the earth, like a garment, should fall to pieces, And, her inhabitants, in like manner, should die, Yet, my salvation, unto times age-abiding, shall continue, And, my righteousness, shall not be broken down.
7 I ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪimni bilgǝnlǝr, Kɵngligǝ ⱪanun-tǝlimimni pükkǝn hǝlⱪ, Manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Insanlarning ⱨaⱪarǝtliridin ⱪorⱪmanglar, Ulardiki kupurluⱪ wǝ ƣaljirlaxlardin patiparaⱪ bolup kǝtmǝnglar;
Hearken unto me ye who discern righteousness, The people in whose heart is my law, —Do not fear the reproach of frail men, Nor at their revilings, be dismayed;
8 Qünki küyǝ ularni kiyimni yǝwalƣandǝk yǝwalidu, Ⱪurt yung yǝwalƣandǝk yǝwalidu; Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqidur, Mening nijatim dǝwrdin-dǝwrgiqidur.
For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they be eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.
9 Oyƣan, oyƣan, küqni ɵzünggǝ kiyim ⱪilip kiygǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigarning Biliki! Ⱪǝdimki waⱪitlarda, Ɵtkǝn zamanlardiki dǝwrlǝrdǝ oyƣanƣiningdǝk oyƣan! Raⱨabni ⱪiyma-qiyma ⱪilip qepiwǝtkǝn, Əjdiⱨani sanjip zǝhimlǝndürgǝn ǝsli Sǝn ǝmǝsmu?
Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which—Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?
10 Dengizni, dǝⱨxǝtlik ⱨanglardiki sularni ⱪurutiwetip, Dengizning tegilirini Sǝn ⱨǝmjǝmǝtlik ⱪilip ⱪutⱪuzƣanlarning ɵtüx yoli ⱪilƣan Ɵzüng ǝmǝsmu?
Art not thou that which dried up—The Sea, The waters of the mighty Deep, —That which made of the abysses of the sea a road for the passing over of the redeemed?
11 Xunga Pǝrwǝrdigar bǝdǝl tɵlǝp ⱪutⱪuzƣanlar ⱪaytip kelidu, Ular nahxilarni eytip Zionƣa yetip kelidu; Ularning baxliriƣa mǝnggülük xad-huramliⱪ ⱪonidu; Ular huxalliⱪ wǝ xadliⱪⱪa erixidu; Ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝt ⱨǝm uⱨ-nadamǝtlǝr bǝdǝr ⱪaqidu.
Therefore, the ransomed of Yahweh, shall again come unto Zion, with shouts of triumph, With gladness age-abiding on their head, —Joy, and gladness, shall overtake [them]. Sorrow and sighing have fled away.
12 Silǝrgǝ tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi Ɵzüm, Ɵzümdurmǝn; Ɵlüx aldida turƣan bir insandin, Teni ot-qɵplǝrgǝ aylinip ketidiƣan insan balisidin ⱪorⱪup kǝtkining nemisi?
I—I, am he that comforteth you, —Who art, thou, that thou hast feared Frail man that dieth, and A son of the earthborn, who, as grass, shall be delivered up?
13 Asmanlarni kǝrgǝn, Yǝr-zeminning ulini salƣan Yasiƣuqing Pǝrwǝrdigarni untup yürisǝn, Xundaⱪla kün boyi ⱨalakǝt yürgüzmǝkqi bolƣan zalimning ⱪǝⱨridin tohtawsiz ⱪorⱪup yürisǝn; Əmdi zalimning ⱪǝⱨri ⱪeni?
That thou hast forgotten Yahweh thy maker, Who stretched out the heavens And founded the earth? That thou hast dreaded continually, all the day, by reason of the fury of the oppressor, in that he was ready to destroy? Where then is the fury of the oppressor?
14 Bax ǝgkǝn ǝsir bolsa tezdin boxitilidu; U ⱨangƣa qüxmǝydu, xuning bilǝn ɵlmǝydu, Uning risⱪimu tügǝp ⱪalmaydu.
The captive hath hastened to be loosed, —That he might not die in the pit. Neither should, his bread, be cut off.
15 Mǝn bolsam dengizni ⱪozƣap, dolⱪunlarni ⱨɵrkirǝtküqi Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayingdurmǝn; «Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar» Mening namimdur;
But, I—Yahweh, am thy God, Who threw into commotion the sea And the waves thereof roared, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
16 Wǝ asmanlarni tiklǝxkǝ, Yǝr-zeminning ulini selixⱪa, Wǝ Zionƣa: «Sǝn Mening hǝlⱪimdur» deyixkǝ, Mǝn sɵzümni aƣzingƣa ⱪuyƣanmǝn, Sǝn [ⱪulumni] ⱪolumning sayisi bilǝn yapⱪanmǝn.
Therefore have I put my words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of my hand, have I covered thee, —To plant the heavens, and To lay the foundations of the earth, and To say unto Zion My people, thou art!
17 I Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪolidiki ⱪǝⱨrlik ⱪǝdǝⱨni iqiwǝtkǝn Yerusalem, Oyƣan, oyƣan, ornungdin tur; Adǝmni wǝⱨimigǝ salƣuqi jam-ⱪǝdǝⱨni sǝn iqting, biraⱪla kɵtüriwǝtting;
Rouse thee—rouse, thee stand up, O Jerusalem, Who hast drunk, at the hand of Yahweh, his cup of indignation: The goblet-cup of confusion, hast thou drunk—hast thou drained.
18 Uning tuƣup bǝrgǝn barliⱪ baliliri arisida uni yetǝkligüdǝk ⱨeqkim yoⱪ, Uning beⱪip qong ⱪilƣan barliⱪ baliliridin uning ⱪolini tutup yɵligüdǝk ⱨeqbirimu yoⱪ.
There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, —There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.
19 Bu ikki ix bexingƣa qüxti — (Kim sǝn üqün iq aƣritip yiƣlar?!) — Bulangqiliⱪ ⱨǝm wǝyranqiliⱪ, Aqarqiliⱪ ⱨǝm ⱪiliq; Mǝnmu sanga tǝsǝlli berǝlǝymǝnmikin?
Twain, are the things befalling thee, Who will lament for thee? Wasting and destruction and famine and sword By whom shall I comfort thee?
20 Sening baliliring ⱨalsizlinip ⱨoxidin kǝtti, Torƣa qüxkǝn jǝrǝndǝk ⱨǝrbir koqining doⱪmuxida yatidu; Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn, Hudayingning tǝnbiⱨi bilǝn tolduruldi;
Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, —Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.
21 Xunga ⱨazir buni anglap ⱪoy, i har bolƣan, — Mǝst bolƣan, biraⱪ xarab bilǝn ǝmǝs: —
Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, thou humbled one, —And drunken but not with wine: —
22 Ɵz hǝlⱪining dǝwasini yürgüzgüqi Rǝbbing Pǝrwǝrdigar, Yǝni sening Hudaying mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Mana, Mǝn ⱪolungdin adǝmni wǝⱨimigǝ salidiƣan jam-ⱪǝdǝⱨni, Yǝni ⱪǝⱨrimgǝ tolƣan ⱪǝdǝⱨni eliwaldim; Sǝn ikkinqi uningdin ⱨeq iqmǝysǝn;
Thus, saith Thy Lord, Yahweh, Even thy God who pleadeth the cause of his people: —Lo! I have taken, out of thy hand, the cup of confusion, —As for the goblet-cup of mine indignation, Thou shalt not again drink it, any more;
23 Mǝn uni seni harliwatⱪanlarning ⱪoliƣa tutⱪuzimǝn; Ular sanga: «Biz üstüngdin dǝssǝp ɵtimiz, egilip tur» dedi; Xuning bilǝn sǝn teningni yǝr bilǝn tǝng ⱪilip, Üstüngdin ɵtküqilǝr üqün ɵzüngni koqidiki yol ⱪilding».
But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down that we may pass over, —And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.
