Yǝxaya 57
1 Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm alǝmdin ɵtidu, Ⱨeqkim buningƣa kɵngül bɵlmǝydu; Meⱨriban adǝmlǝr yiƣip elip ketilidu, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim oylap qüxinǝlmǝyduki, Ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝmlǝr yaman künlǝrni kɵrmisun dǝp yiƣip elip ketilidu.
The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
2 U bolsa aram-hatirjǝmlik iqigǝ kiridu; Yǝni ɵzlirining durus yolida mangƣan ⱨǝrbir kixi, Ɵz ornida yetip aram alidu.
He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.
3 Biraⱪ sǝnlǝr, i jadugǝr ayalning baliliri, Zinahor bilǝn paⱨixǝ ayalning nǝsli; Buyaⱪⱪa yeⱪin kelinglar;
But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the whore.
4 Silǝr kimni mazaⱪ ⱪiliwatisilǝr? Yaki kimgǝ ⱪarxi aƣzinglarni kalqaytip, Tilinglarni uzun qiⱪirisilǝr? Silǝr bolsanglar asiyliⱪtin tɵrǝlgǝn balilar, Aldamqiliⱪning nǝsli ǝmǝsmusilǝr?
Against whom do ye sport yourselves? against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,
5 Ⱨǝrbir qong dǝrǝh astida, Ⱨǝrbir yexil dǝrǝh astida xǝⱨwaniyliⱪ bilǝn kɵyüp kǝtküqi, Kiqik balilarni jilƣilarƣa ⱨǝm hada taxlarning yeriⱪliriƣa elip soyƣuqisilǝr!
Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?
6 Eriⱪtiki siliⱪlanƣan taxlar arisida sening nesiwǝng bardur; Xular, xularla sening tǝⱪsimatingdur; Xundaⱪ, sǝn ularƣa atap «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝsi»ni ⱪuyup, Ularƣa «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»nimu sunup bǝrdingƣu; Əmdi muxularƣa razi bolup Ɵzümni besiwalsam bolamti?
Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion; they, they are thy lot: even to them hast thou poured a drink offering, thou hast offered a grain offering. Should I receive comfort in these?
7 Sǝn yuⱪiri, egiz bir taƣ üstidǝ orun-kɵrpǝ selip ⱪoydung, Sǝn axu yǝrdimu ⱪurbanliⱪlarni ⱪilixⱪa qiⱪting.
Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed: even thither wentest thou up to offer sacrifice.
8 Ixiklǝrning kǝynigǝ wǝ kǝyni kexǝklirigǝ «ǝslǝtmiliring»ni bekitip ⱪoydung, Qünki sǝn Mǝndin ayrilding, Sǝn yalingaqlinip ornungƣa qiⱪting; Orun-kɵrpǝngni kengǝytip [heridarliring] bilǝn ɵzüng üqün ǝⱨdilǝxting; Ularning orun-kɵrpisigǝ kɵnglüng qüxti, Sǝn ularda küq-ⱨoⱪuⱪni kɵrüp ⱪalding.
Behind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy remembrance: for thou hast discovered thyself to another than me, and art gone up; thou hast enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them; thou lovedst their bed where thou sawest it.
9 Sǝn zǝytun meyi ⱨǝdiyisini elip, Ətirliringni üstibexinggǝ boluxiƣa qeqip, Padixaⱨning aldiƣa barding; Əlqiliringni yiraⱪⱪa ǝwǝtip, Ⱨǝtta tǝⱨtisaraƣa yǝtküqǝ ɵzüngni pǝs ⱪilding. (Sheol h7585)
And thou wentest to the king with ointment, and didst increase thy perfumes, and didst send thy messengers far off, and didst debase thyself even unto hell. (Sheol h7585)
10 Sǝn besip mangƣan barliⱪ yolliringda qarqiƣining bilǝn, Yǝnǝ: «Poⱪ yǝptimǝn, boldi bǝs!» dǝp ⱪoymiding tehi, Ezip yürüxkǝ yǝnila küqüngni yiƣding, Ⱨeq jaⱪ toymiding.
Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: thou hast found the life of thine hand; therefore thou wast not grieved.
11 Sǝn zadi kimdin yürǝkzadǝ bolup, ⱪorⱪup yürisǝn, Yalƣan gǝp ⱪilip, Meni esinggǝ ⱨeq kǝltürmǝy, Kɵnglüngdin ⱨeq ɵtküzmiding. Mǝn uzunƣiqǝ süküttǝ turup kǝldim ǝmǝsmu? Sǝn yǝnila Mǝndin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪup baⱪmiding!
And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared, that thou hast lied, and hast not remembered me, nor laid it to thy heart? have not I held my peace even of old, and thou fearest me not?
12 Sening «ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing»ni ⱨǝm «tɵⱨpiliring»ni bayan ⱪilimǝn: — Ularning sanga ⱨeq paydisi yoⱪtur!
I will declare thy righteousness, and thy works; for they shall not profit thee.
13 Qirⱪiriƣanliringda sǝn yiƣip topliƣan [butlar] kelip seni ⱪutⱪuzsun! Biraⱪ xamal püw ⱪilip ularning ⱨǝmmisini uqurup ketidu, Bir nǝpǝsla ularni elip ketidu; Biraⱪ Manga tayanƣuqi zeminƣa mirasliⱪ ⱪilidu, Mening muⱪǝddǝs teƣimƣa igidarqiliⱪ ⱪilidu.
When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee; but the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them: but he that putteth his trust in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain;
14 [Xu qaƣda]: — «Yolni kɵtürünglar, kɵtürünglar, uni tǝyyarlanglar, Hǝlⱪimning yolini boxitip barliⱪ putlikaxanglarni elip taxlanglar» deyilidu.
And shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way, take up the stumblingblock out of the way of my people.
15 Qünki nami «Muⱪǝddǝs» Bolƣuqi, Yuⱪiri ⱨǝm Aliy Bolƣuqi, Əbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ⱨayat Bolƣuqi mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Mǝn yuⱪiri ⱨǝmdǝ muⱪǝddǝs jayda, Ⱨǝm xundaⱪla roⱨi sunuⱪ ⱨǝm kiqik peil adǝm bilǝn billǝ turimǝnki, Kiqik peil adǝmning roⱨini yengilaymǝn, Dili sunuⱪning kɵnglini yengilaymǝn.
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
16 Qünki Mǝn ⱨǝrgiz mǝnggügǝ ǝrz ⱪilip ǝyiblimǝymǝn, Ⱨǝm ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ ƣǝzǝplǝnmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ ⱪilsam insanning roⱨi Mening aldimda suslixip yoⱪaydu, Ɵzüm yaratⱪan nǝpǝs igiliri tügixidu.
For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.
17 Uning ɵz nǝpsaniyǝtlik ⱪǝbiⱨlikidǝ Mǝn uningdin ƣǝzǝplinip, uni urƣanmǝn; Mǝn uningdin yoxurun turup, uningƣa ƣǝzǝplǝngǝnlikim bilǝn, U yǝnila arⱪisiƣa qekinginiqǝ ɵz yolini mengiwǝrdi;
For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
18 Mǝn uning yollirini kɵrüp yǝtkǝn tǝⱪdirdimu, Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn; Mǝn uni yetǝklǝymǝn, Mǝn lǝwlǝrning mewisini yaritimǝn, Uningƣa wǝ uningdiki ⱨǝsrǝt qǝkküqilǝrgǝ yǝnǝ tǝsǝlli berimǝn; Yiraⱪ turuwatⱪanƣa, yeⱪin turuwatⱪanƣimu mutlǝⱪ aram-hatirjǝmlik bolsun! Wǝ Mǝn uni saⱪaytimǝn!
I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners.
I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith Yhwh; and I will heal him.
20 Biraⱪ rǝzillǝr bolsa tinqilinixni ⱨeq bilmǝydiƣan, Dolⱪunliri lay-latⱪilarni urƣutuwatⱪan, Dawalƣuwatⱪan dengizdǝktur.
But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21 Rǝzillǝrgǝ, — dǝydu Hudayim — ⱨeq aram-hatirjǝmlik bolmas.
There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.
