Yǝrǝmiya 20
1 Əmdi Immǝrning oƣli, kaⱨin Paxhur — u Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidǝ «amanliⱪ saⱪlax begi»mu idi, Yǝrǝmiyaning bu bexarǝtlǝrni bǝrgǝnlikini anglidi.
Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the LORD’s house, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
2 Paxhur Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrni urƣuzdi wǝ uning putini Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyidiki «Binyaminning yuⱪiri dǝrwazisi»ning yenidiki taⱪaⱪⱪa saldi.
Then Pashhur struck Jeremiah the prophet and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the LORD’s house.
3 Ikkinqi küni, Paxhur Yǝrǝmiyani taⱪaⱪtin boxatti; Yǝrǝmiya uningƣa: — Pǝrwǝrdigar ismingni Paxhur ǝmǝs, bǝlki «Magor-missabib» dǝp atidi, dedi.
On the next day, Pashhur released Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.
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 the LORD says, ‘Behold, I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes will see it. I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them captive to Babylon, and will kill 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.
Moreover I will give all the riches of this city, and all its gains, and all its precious things, yes, I will give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hand of their enemies. They will make them captives, take them, and carry them 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.
You, Pashhur, and all who dwell in your house will go into captivity. You will come to Babylon, and there you will die, and there you will be buried, you, and all your friends, to whom you have 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.
LORD, you have persuaded me, and I was persuaded. You are stronger than I, and have prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all day. 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 as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, “Violence and destruction!” because the LORD’s word has been made a reproach to me, and a derision, all 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.
If I say that I will not make mention of him, or speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones. I am weary with holding it in. I can’t.
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 defaming of many: “Terror on every side! Denounce, and we will denounce him!” say all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall. “Perhaps he will be persuaded, and we will prevail against him, and we will take our revenge on 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 as an awesome mighty one. Therefore my persecutors will stumble, and they won’t prevail. They will be utterly disappointed because they have not dealt wisely, even with an everlasting dishonour which 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.
But the LORD of Armies, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them, for I have revealed my cause to you.
13 Pǝrwǝrdigarni küy eytip mahtanglar, Uni mǝdⱨiyilǝnglǝr; qünki U namrat kixini rǝzillik ⱪilƣuqilardin ⱪutⱪuzƣan.
Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD, for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
14 Mening tuƣulƣan künümgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun; apam meni tuƣⱪan küni mubarǝk bolmisun!
Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
15 Atamƣa hǝwǝr elip: «sanga oƣul bala tuƣuldi!» dǝp uni alamǝt xadlandurƣan adǝmgǝ lǝnǝt bolsun!
Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
16 Bu adǝm Pǝrwǝrdigar rǝⱨim ⱪilmay ƣulatⱪan xǝⱨǝrlǝrdǝk bolsun; u ǝtigǝndǝ nalǝ, qüxtǝ alaⱪzadilik quⱪanlirini anglisun —
Let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime,
17 qünki u meni baliyatⱪudin qüxkinimdila ɵltürüwǝtmigǝn; apam mening gɵrüm bolsiidi, uning ⱪorsiⱪi mǝn bilǝn tǝng ⱨǝmixǝ qong bolsiidi!
because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
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 labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
