Yǝrǝmiya 20
1 Əmdi Immǝrning oƣli, kaⱨin Paxhur — u Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ «amanliⱪ saⱪlax begi»mu idi, Yǝrǝmiyaning bu bexarǝtlǝrni bǝrgǝnlikini anglidi.
And when Pashhur son of Immer, the priest, who also was deputy-overseer in the house of Yahweh, heard that Jeremiah had prophesied these things,
2 Paxhur Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrni urƣuzdi wǝ uning putini Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidiki «Binyaminning yuⱪiri dǝrwazisi»ning yenidiki taⱪaⱪⱪa saldi.
then Pashhur smote Jeremiah the prophet, —and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of Yahweh.
3 Ikkinqi küni, Paxhur Yǝrǝmiyani taⱪaⱪtin boxatti; Yǝrǝmiya uningƣa: — Pǝrwǝrdigar ismingni Paxhur ǝmǝs, bǝlki «Magor-missabib» dǝp atidi, dedi.
And it came to pass on the morrow, when Pashhur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks, —that Jeremiah said unto him—Not Pashhur, hath Yahweh called thy name, But Magor-missaviv["Terror-round-about"].
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 Yahweh—Behold me! making thee a ["magor" i. e. a] terror to thyself and to all who love thee, and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, thine own eyes also, beholding, And all Judah, will I deliver into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them captive to Babylon and smite them with 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.
And I will deliver up—All the wealth of this city, and All her labour, and All her precious things, —And all the treasures of the kings of Judah, will I deliver up into the hands of their enemies, and they will make of them a prey, and take them, and carry them into 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, thou, Pashhur and all who are dwelling in thy house, shall go into captivity, —Yea into Babylon, shalt thou enter And there, shalt thou die And there, shalt thou be buried Thou and all who love thee, to whom thou hast prophesied falsely.
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.
Thou didst persuade me, O Yahweh and I was persuaded, Thou didst lay firm hold on me and didst prevail, —I am become a mockery, all the day, Every one, is laughing at 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, as often as I speak, I make outcry, Violence and wasting, I proclaim, —Yea the word of Yahweh hath become to me a reproach and derision all the day
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.
Therefore I say—I will not mention him Neither will I speak any more in his name, But then it becometh in my heart as a fire that burneth, Shut up in my bones, —And I am weary of restraint and cannot refrain.
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.
Because I have heard the whispering of many—"A terror round about!" Tell ye [say they], that we may tell of him, All the men I am wont to salute do watch for my halting, —Peradventure he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail over 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, Yahweh, is with me, as a mighty one striking terror, For this cause, shall my persecutors stumble and not prevail, —They have turned very pale, For they have not prospered, Confusion age-abiding, it shall not 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 Yahweh of hosts—Testing the righteous Beholding the affections and the heart, —Let me see thine avenging upon them, For unto thee, have I laid bare my cause.
13 Pǝrwǝrdigarni küy eytip mahtanglar, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglǝr; qünki U namrat kixini rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
Sing ye to Yahweh! Praise ye Yahweh! For he hath delivered the soul of the needy, out of the hand of evildoers.
14 Mening tuƣulƣan künümgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun; apam meni tuƣⱪan küni mubarǝk bolmisun!
Accursed, be the day on which I was born, —The day when my mother bare me, let it not be blessed!
15 Atamƣa hǝwǝr elip: «sanga oƣul bala tuƣuldi!» dǝp uni alamǝt xadlandurƣan adǝmgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun!
Accursed, be the man who carried tidings to my father saying, There is born to thee a man-child!
16 Bu adǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝⱨim ⱪilmay ƣulatⱪan xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk bolsun; u ǝtigǝndǝ nalǝ, qüxtǝ alaⱪzadilik quⱪanlirini anglisun —
Making him very glad: Yea let that man be—as the cities which Yahweh overthrew and repented not, —And let him hear An outcry in the morning, and A war-shout at broad noon!
17 qünki u meni baliyatⱪudin qüxkinimdila ɵltürüwǝtmigǝn; apam mening gɵrüm bolsiidi, uning ⱪorsiⱪi mǝn bilǝn tǝng ⱨǝmixǝ qong bolsiidi!
Because I was not slain from the womb, —Nor did my mother become my grave, Nor was her womb great for ever!
18 Nemixⱪa mǝn japa-muxǝⱪⱪǝt, azab-oⱪubǝtni kɵrüxkǝ, künlirimni hijalǝt-aⱨanǝt iqidǝ ɵtküzüxkǝ baliyatⱪudin qiⱪⱪandimǝn?
Wherefore was it—That from the womb, I came forth, to see labour and pain; and That in shame should my days be consumed!
