< Yǝrǝmiya 20 >
1 Əmdi Immǝrning oƣli, kaⱨin Paxhur — u Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ «amanliⱪ saⱪlax begi»mu idi, Yǝrǝmiyaning bu bexarǝtlǝrni bǝrgǝnlikini anglidi.
When Pashhur the priest, the son of Immer and the chief official in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
2 Paxhur Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrni urƣuzdi wǝ uning putini Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidiki «Binyaminning yuⱪiri dǝrwazisi»ning yenidiki taⱪaⱪⱪa saldi.
he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of the LORD.
3 Ikkinqi küni, Paxhur Yǝrǝmiyani taⱪaⱪtin boxatti; Yǝrǝmiya uningƣa: — Pǝrwǝrdigar ismingni Paxhur ǝmǝs, bǝlki «Magor-missabib» dǝp atidi, dedi.
The next day, when Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD does not call you Pashhur, but Magor-missabib.
4 — Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ dǝydu: — Mana, Mǝn seni ɵzünggǝ wǝ barliⱪ aƣiniliringgǝ wǝⱨimǝ salƣuqi obyekt ⱪilimǝn; ular düxmǝnlirining ⱪiliqi bilǝn yiⱪilidu; sǝn ɵz kɵzüng bilǝn buni kɵrisǝn; Mǝn barliⱪ Yǝⱨudani Babil padixaⱨining ⱪoliƣa tapxurimǝn; u ularni Babilƣa sürgün ⱪilip elip ketidu ⱨǝmdǝ ularni ⱪiliq bilǝn uridu.
For this is what the LORD says: ‘I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies before your very eyes. And I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon, and he will carry them away to Babylon and put them to the sword.
5 Mǝn bu xǝⱨǝrning ⱨǝmmǝ bayliⱪliri — barliⱪ mǝⱨsulatliri, barliⱪ ⱪimmǝt nǝrsiliri wǝ Yǝⱨuda padixaⱨlirining barliⱪ hǝzinilirini düxmǝnlirining ⱪoliƣa tapxurimǝn; ular ularni olja ⱪilip buliwelip Babilƣa elip ketidu.
I will give away all the wealth of this city—all its products and valuables, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah—to their enemies. They will plunder them, seize them, and carry them off to Babylon.
6 Sǝn bolsang, i Paxhur, ⱨǝmmǝ ɵydikiliring birgǝ sürgün bolup ketisilǝr; sǝn Babilƣa kelisǝn; sǝn xu yǝrdǝ dunyadin ketisǝn, xu yǝrgǝ kɵmülisǝn; sǝn ⱨǝm sening yalƣan bexarǝtliringgǝ ⱪulaⱪ salƣan aƣiniliringmu xundaⱪ bolidu.
And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon, and there you will die and be buried—you and all your friends to whom you have prophesied these lies.’”
7 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn meni ⱪayil ⱪilip [pǝyƣǝmbǝrlikkǝ] kɵndürdüng, mǝn xundaⱪla kɵndürüldüm; Sǝn mǝndin zor kǝlding, xundaⱪla ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilding; mǝn pütün kün tapa-tǝnining obyekti bolimǝn; ⱨǝmmǝ kixi meni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu.
You have deceived me, O LORD, and I was deceived. You have overcome me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.
8 Mǝn ⱪaqanla sɵz ⱪilsam, «Zorawanliⱪ ⱨǝm bulangqiliⱪ kelidu» dǝp jakarlixim kerǝk; xunga Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵzi meni pütün kün aⱨanǝt wǝ mǝshirining obyekti ⱪilidu.
For whenever I speak, I cry out; I proclaim violence and destruction. For the word of the LORD has become to me a reproach and derision all day long.
9 Lekin mǝn: «Mǝn uni tilƣa almaymǝn, wǝ yaki Uning nami bilǝn ikkinqi sɵz ⱪilmaymǝn» desǝm, Uning sɵzi ⱪǝlbimdǝ lawuldap ot bolup, sɵngǝklirimgǝ ⱪapsalƣan bir yalⱪun bolidu; iqimgǝ siƣduruxⱪa ⱨalim ⱪalmay, eytmay qidap turalmaymǝn.
If I say, “I will not mention Him or speak any more in His name,” His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones, and I become weary of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
10 Xundaⱪ, ⱪiliwerimǝn, gǝrqǝ mǝn nurƣun kixilǝrning piqirlaxⱪan ⱪǝstlirini anglisammu; tǝrǝp-tǝrǝplǝrni wǝⱨimǝ basidu! «Uning üstidin ǝrz ⱪilinglar! Uning üstidin ǝrz ⱪilayli!» dǝp, barliⱪ ülpǝt-ⱨǝmraⱨlirim putlixip ketiximni paylap yürmǝktǝ; ular «U bǝlkim aldinar, xundaⱪ bolƣanda biz uning üstidin ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilimiz, uningdin intiⱪam alalaymiz» deyixiwatidu.
For I have heard the whispering of many: “Terror is on every side! Report him; let us report him!” All my trusted friends watch for my fall: “Perhaps he will be deceived so that we may prevail against him and take our vengeance upon him.”
11 Lekin Pǝrwǝrdigar bolsa ⱪudrǝtlik wǝ dǝⱨxǝtlik bir palwandǝk mǝn bilǝn billidur; xunga manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilƣuqilar putlixip ƣǝlibǝ ⱪilalmaydu; ular muwǝppǝⱪiyǝt ⱪazanmiƣaqⱪa, ⱪattiⱪ hijil bolup yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu; ularning bu rǝswaqiliⱪi mǝnggülük bolup, ⱨǝrgiz untulmaydu.
But the LORD is with me like a fearsome warrior. Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and will not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly put to shame, with an everlasting disgrace that will never be forgotten.
12 Əmdi Sǝn, i ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylarni sinaydiƣan, insanning wijdani wǝ ⱪǝlbini kɵridiƣan samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, ularning üstigǝ bolƣan ⱪisasingni manga kɵrgüzgǝysǝn; qünki mǝn dǝwayimni aldingƣa ⱪoyƣanmǝn.
O LORD of Hosts, who examines the righteous, who sees the heart and mind, let me see Your vengeance upon them, for to You I have committed my cause.
13 Pǝrwǝrdigarni küy eytip mahtanglar, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglǝr; qünki U namrat kixini rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For He rescues the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
14 Mening tuƣulƣan künümgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun; apam meni tuƣⱪan küni mubarǝk bolmisun!
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
15 Atamƣa hǝwǝr elip: «sanga oƣul bala tuƣuldi!» dǝp uni alamǝt xadlandurƣan adǝmgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun!
Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, saying, “A son is born to you,” bringing him great joy.
16 Bu adǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝⱨim ⱪilmay ƣulatⱪan xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk bolsun; u ǝtigǝndǝ nalǝ, qüxtǝ alaⱪzadilik quⱪanlirini anglisun —
May that man be like the cities that the LORD overthrew without compassion. May he hear an outcry in the morning and a battle cry at noon,
17 qünki u meni baliyatⱪudin qüxkinimdila ɵltürüwǝtmigǝn; apam mening gɵrüm bolsiidi, uning ⱪorsiⱪi mǝn bilǝn tǝng ⱨǝmixǝ qong bolsiidi!
because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
18 Nemixⱪa mǝn japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝt, azab-oⱪubǝtni kɵrüxkǝ, künlirimni hijalǝt-aⱨanǝt iqidǝ ɵtküzüxkǝ baliyatⱪudin qiⱪⱪandimǝn?
Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?