Yǝrǝmiya 20
1 Əmdi Immǝrning oƣli, kaⱨin Paxhur — u Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ «amanliⱪ saⱪlax begi»mu idi, Yǝrǝmiyaning bu bexarǝtlǝrni bǝrgǝnlikini anglidi.
When Pashur, the sonne of Immer, the Priest, which was appointed gouernour in the house of the Lord, heard that Ieremiah prophecied these things,
2 Paxhur Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrni urƣuzdi wǝ uning putini Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidiki «Binyaminning yuⱪiri dǝrwazisi»ning yenidiki taⱪaⱪⱪa saldi.
Then Pashur smote Ieremiah the Prophet, and put him in the stockes that were in the hie gate of Beniamin 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.
And on the morning, Pashur brought Ieremiah out of the stockes. Then said Ieremiah vnto him, The Lord hath not called thy name Pashur, 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 thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will make thee to be a terrour to thy self, and to al thy friends, and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall beholde it, and I will giue all Iudah into the hande of the King of Babel, and he shall cary them captiue into Babel, and shall slay them with the sworde.
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.
Moreouer, I will deliuer all the substance of this citie, and all the labours thereof, and al the precious things thereof, and all the treasures of the Kings of Iudah will I giue into the hande of their enemies, which shall spoyle them, and take them away and cary them to Babel.
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 thou Pashur, and all that dwell in thine house, shall go into captiuitie, and thou shalt come to Babel, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be buryed there, thou and all thy friendes, to whome thou hast prophecied lyes.
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.
O Lord, thou hast deceiued me, and I am deceiued: thou art stronger then I, and hast preuailed: I am in derision daily: euery one mocketh 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 since I spake, I cryed out of wrong, and proclaimed desolation: therefore the word of the Lord was made a reproche vnto me, and in derision daily.
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.
Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speake any more in his Name. But his worde was in mine heart as a burning fire shut vp in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
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 had heard the railing of many, and feare on euery side. Declare, said they, and wee wil declare it: all my familiars watched for mine halting, saying, It may be that he is deceiued: so we shall preuaile against him, and we shall execute our vengeance vpon 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 mightie gyant: therefore my persecuters shall be ouerthrowen, and shall not preuaile, and shalbe greatly confounded: for they haue done vnwisely, and their euerlasting shame shall neuer 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.
But, O Lord of hostes, that tryest the righteous, and seest the reines and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for vnto thee haue I opened my cause.
13 Pǝrwǝrdigarni küy eytip mahtanglar, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglǝr; qünki U namrat kixini rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
Sing vnto the Lord, praise ye the Lord: for he hath deliuered the soule of the poore from the hande of the wicked.
14 Mening tuƣulƣan künümgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun; apam meni tuƣⱪan küni mubarǝk bolmisun!
Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: and let not the day wherein my mother bare me, be blessed.
15 Atamƣa hǝwǝr elip: «sanga oƣul bala tuƣuldi!» dǝp uni alamǝt xadlandurƣan adǝmgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun!
Cursed be the man, that shewed my father, saying, A man child is borne vnto thee, and comforted him.
16 Bu adǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝⱨim ⱪilmay ƣulatⱪan xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk bolsun; u ǝtigǝndǝ nalǝ, qüxtǝ alaⱪzadilik quⱪanlirini anglisun —
And let that man be as the cities, which the Lord hath ouerturned and repented not: and let him heare the cry in the morning, and the showting at noone tide,
17 qünki u meni baliyatⱪudin qüxkinimdila ɵltürüwǝtmigǝn; apam mening gɵrüm bolsiidi, uning ⱪorsiⱪi mǝn bilǝn tǝng ⱨǝmixǝ qong bolsiidi!
Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
18 Nemixⱪa mǝn japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝt, azab-oⱪubǝtni kɵrüxkǝ, künlirimni hijalǝt-aⱨanǝt iqidǝ ɵtküzüxkǝ baliyatⱪudin qiⱪⱪandimǝn?
How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
