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 man perisheth, and no one layeth it to heart; And pious men are taken away, and none considereth That because of the evil the righteous man is taken away.
2 U bolsa aram-hatirjǝmlik iqigǝ kiridu; Yǝni ɵzlirining durus yolida mangƣan ⱨǝrbir kixi, Ɵz ornida yetip aram alidu.
He entereth into peace; He resteth in his bed, Every one that walketh in 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, Ye brood of the adulterer and the harlot!
4 Silǝr kimni mazaⱪ ⱪiliwatisilǝr? Yaki kimgǝ ⱪarxi aƣzinglarni kalqaytip, Tilinglarni uzun qiⱪirisilǝr? Silǝr bolsanglar asiyliⱪtin tɵrǝlgǝn balilar, Aldamqiliⱪning nǝsli ǝmǝsmusilǝr?
Of whom do ye make your sport, And at whom do ye make wide the mouth, And draw out the tongue? Are ye not rebellious children, a treacherous brood?
5 Ⱨǝrbir qong dǝrǝh astida, Ⱨǝrbir yexil dǝrǝh astida xǝⱨwaniyliⱪ bilǝn kɵyüp kǝtküqi, Kiqik balilarni jilƣilarƣa ⱨǝm hada taxlarning yeriⱪliriƣa elip soyƣuqisilǝr!
Burning with lust for idols Under every green tree, Slaying children in the valleys, Under the clefts 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?
With the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion; These, these are thy lot; Here thou pourest out thy drink-offering, And presentest thy meat-offering; Can I see such things, and be at rest?
7 Sǝn yuⱪiri, egiz bir taƣ üstidǝ orun-kɵrpǝ selip ⱪoydung, Sǝn axu yǝrdimu ⱪurbanliⱪlarni ⱪilixⱪa qiⱪting.
Upon a high and lofty mountain settest thou thy bed; Thither dost thou go 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 and the posts dost thou place thy memorial; Thou departest from me, and uncoverest, and ascendest, and enlargest thy bed. Thou makest an agreement with them; Thou desirest their bed; Thou choosest a place.
9 Sǝn zǝytun meyi ⱨǝdiyisini elip, Ətirliringni üstibexinggǝ boluxiƣa qeqip, Padixaⱨning aldiƣa barding; Əlqiliringni yiraⱪⱪa ǝwǝtip, Ⱨǝtta tǝⱨtisaraƣa yǝtküqǝ ɵzüngni pǝs ⱪilding. (Sheol h7585)
Thou goest to the king with oil, And takest much precious perfume; Thou sendest thine ambassadors afar, Yea, down to the under-world. (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.
In the length of thy journeys thou hast wearied thyself, But thou sayest not, “I will desist”; Thou yet findest life in thy hand, Therefore thou art not discouraged.
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!
On account of whom art thou anxious, and of whom art thou afraid, that thou hast proved false, And hast not remembered me, nor laid it to heart? Behold, I have been silent a long time; Therefore thou fearest me not.
12 Sening «ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪing»ni ⱨǝm «tɵⱨpiliring»ni bayan ⱪilimǝn: — Ularning sanga ⱨeq paydisi yoⱪtur!
But now I announce thy deliverance, And thy works do 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 host of idols deliver thee! But the wind shall bear them all away; A breath shall take them off; 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.
Men shall say, Cast up, cast up, prepare the road; Remove every obstruction from 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 forever, Nor will I be always angry; For life would fail before me, And the souls which I created.
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 guilt of his covetousness I was angry; I smote him, I hid myself, and was angry; But yet he went on perversely 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, yet will I heal him; I will guide him, and I will restore comfort To 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 nigh, Saith Jehovah; I will heal him.
20 Biraⱪ rǝzillǝr bolsa tinqilinixni ⱨeq bilmǝydiƣan, Dolⱪunliri lay-latⱪilarni urƣutuwatⱪan, Dawalƣuwatⱪan dengizdǝktur.
But the wicked is like the troubled sea, Which cannot rest, Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21 Rǝzillǝrgǝ, — dǝydu Hudayim — ⱨeq aram-hatirjǝmlik bolmas.
There is no peace, saith my God, for the wicked.
