Yǝrǝmiya 47
1 Pirǝwn Gaza xǝⱨirigǝ zǝrbǝ berixtin ilgiri, Yǝrǝmiya pǝyƣǝmbǝrgǝ kǝlgǝn, Pǝrwǝrdigarning Filistiylǝr toƣrisidiki sɵzi: —
The word of the Lord that came to Jeremiah the prophet against the Philistines, before the time that Pharaoh smote Gazzah.
2 Pǝrwǝrdigar mundaⱪ dǝydu: — Mana, ximaldin [dolⱪunluⱪ] sular ɵrlǝydu; ular texip bir kǝlkün bolidu; u zemin wǝ uningda turƣan ⱨǝmmining üstidin, xǝⱨǝr wǝ uningda turuwatⱪanlarning üstidin taxⱪin bolup basidu; xuning bilǝn uning adǝmliri nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtüridu, zeminda barliⱪ turuwatⱪanlar [azabtin] nalǝ-zar ⱪilidu;
Thus hath said the Lord, Behold, waters are coming up out of the north, and they shall become an overflowing stream, and shall overflow the land, and what filleth it; the city, and those that dwell therein: and the men shall cry aloud, and every inhabitant of the land shall wail.
3 tolparlirining tuyaⱪlirining taraⱪxixlirini, jǝng ⱨarwilirining taraⱪlaxlirini, qaⱪlirining güldürlǝxlirini anglap, atilar ɵz baliliridin hǝwǝr elixⱪimu ⱪolliri boxap, arⱪiƣimu ⱪarimaydu.
Because of the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his stud-horses, because of the rushing sound of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels, fathers do not turn round to their children from their feebleness of hands;
4 Qünki barliⱪ Filistiylǝrni nabut ⱪilidiƣan kün, ⱨǝm Tur wǝ Zidonni ularƣa yardǝmdǝ bolƣudǝk barliⱪ ⱪalƣan adǝmlǝrdin mǝⱨrum ⱪilidiƣan kün yetip kǝldi; qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar Filistiylǝrni, yǝni Kret arilidin qiⱪip kǝlgǝnlǝrning ⱪalduⱪini nabut ⱪilidu.
Because of the day that cometh to devastate all the Philistines, to cut off from Tyre and Zidon every helper that remaineth; for the Lord devastateth the Philistines, the remnant of the isle of Caphthor.
5 Gazaning üsti taⱪirliⱪ bolidu; Axkelon xǝⱨiridikilǝr dang ⱪetip ⱪalidu; ⱪaqanƣiqǝ ǝtliringlarni tilisilǝr, i Filistiyǝ küqliridin aman ⱪalƣanlar?
Baldness is come upon Gazzah; ruined is Ashkelon with the remnant of their valley: how long yet wilt thou cut thyself?
6 Apla, i Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪiliqi, sǝn ⱪaqanƣiqǝ tinmaysǝn? Ɵz ⱪiningƣa ⱪaytⱪin, aram elip tinqlanƣin!
Woe! thou sword of the Lord, how long yet wilt thou not be quiet? withdraw thyself into thy scabbard, take thee rest, and be still.
7 Lekin u ⱪandaⱪmu tohtiyalisun? Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar uningƣa pǝrman qüxürgǝn; Axkelon xǝⱨirigǝ ⱨǝm dengiz boyidikilǝrgǝ zǝrb ⱪilixⱪa uni bekitkǝndur!
Yet how canst thou be quiet? When the Lord hath given it a charge, against Ashkelon, and against the sea-coast—thither hath he destined it.
