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1 Biraⱪ ahirⱪi zamanda, Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyi jaylaxⱪan taƣ taƣlarning bexi bolup bekitilidu, Ⱨǝmmǝ dɵng-egizliktin üstün ⱪilinip kɵtürülidu; Barliⱪ hǝlⱪlǝr uningƣa ⱪarap eⱪip kelixidu.
In the days to come the mountain of the Lord will be established, the house of our God on the top of the mountain, lifted above the hills. All the nations will flow to it,
2 Nurƣun ⱪowm-millǝtlǝr qiⱪip bir-birigǝ: — «kelinglar, biz Pǝrwǝrdigarning teƣiƣa, Yaⱪupning Hudasining ɵyigǝ qiⱪip kelǝyli; U ɵz yolliridin bizgǝ ɵgitidu, Wǝ biz uning izlirida mangimiz» — deyixidu. Qünki ⱪanun-yolyoruⱪ Ziondin, Pǝrwǝrdigarning sɵz-kalami Yerusalemdin qiⱪidiƣan bolidu.
and many peoples will go and say, “Come, let us go up to the Lord’s mount, to the house of the God of Jacob, so that he may instruct us in his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.” For from Zion proceeds instruction and the Lord’s word from Jerusalem.
3 U bolsa kɵp hǝlⱪ-millǝtlǝr arisida ⱨɵküm qiⱪiridu, U küqlük ǝllǝr, yiraⱪta turƣan ǝllǝrning ⱨǝⱪ-naⱨǝⱪlirigǝ kesim ⱪilidu; Buning bilǝn ular ɵz ⱪiliqlirini sapan qixliri, Nǝyzilirini orƣaⱪ ⱪilip soⱪuxidu; Bir ǝl yǝnǝ bir ǝlgǝ ⱪiliq kɵtürmǝydu, Ular ⱨǝm yǝnǝ urux ⱪilixni ɵgǝnmǝydu;
He will arbitrate between many peoples, and render decisions for numerous nations, They will beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not lift up sword against nation, they will learn war no more.
4 Bǝlki ularning ⱨǝrbiri ɵz üzüm teli wǝ ɵz ǝnjür dǝrihi astida olturidu, Wǝ ⱨeqkim ularni ⱪorⱪatmaydu; Qünki samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar Ɵz aƣzi bilǝn xundaⱪ eytti.
They will live each under his vine, and under his fig tree, with none to terrify them. For the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken.
5 Barliⱪ hǝlⱪlǝr ɵz «ilaⱨ»ining namida mangsimu, Biraⱪ biz Hudayimiz Pǝrwǝrdigarning namida ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqǝ mangimiz.
Each nation trusts in the names of their gods, but we will worship the Lord our God forever.
6 Xu künidǝ, — dǝydu Pǝrwǝrdigar, — Mǝn meyip bolƣuqilarni, Ⱨǝydiwetilgǝnlǝrni wǝ Ɵzüm azar bǝrgǝnlǝrni yiƣimǝn;
“On that day,” says the Lord, “I will assemble the lame. I will gather exiles I punished.
7 Wǝ meyip bolƣuqini bir «ⱪaldi», Ⱨǝydiwetilgǝnni küqlük bir ǝl ⱪilimǝn; Xuning bilǝn Pǝrwǝrdigar Zion teƣida ular üstidin ⱨɵküm süridu, Xu kündin baxlap mǝnggügiqǝ.
I will restore the lame as a remnant, the exiles into a great nation. The Lord will rule over them on Mount Zion from that time forever.”
8 Wǝ sǝn, i padini kɵzǝtküqi munar, — Zion ⱪizining egizliki, [padixaⱨliⱪ] sanga kelidu: — — Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, sanga ǝslidiki ⱨoⱪuⱪ-ⱨɵkümranliⱪ kelidu; Padixaⱨliⱪ Yerusalem ⱪiziƣa kelidu.
But you, watchtower for the flock, hill of the daughter of Zion, to you will return your former rule.
9 Əmdi sǝn ⱨazir nemixⱪa nida ⱪilip nalǝ kɵtürisǝn? Sǝndǝ padixaⱨ yoⱪmidi? Sening muxawiringmu ⱨalak bolƣanmidi, Ayalni tolƣaⱪ tutⱪandǝk azablar seni tutuwalƣanmidi?
So why do you now cry aloud? Haven’t you any king? Or has your counselor perished, so you writhe in pain like a woman in labor?
10 Azabⱪa qüx, tolƣaⱪ tutⱪan ayaldǝk tuƣuxⱪa tolƣinip tirixⱪin, i Zion ⱪizi; Qünki sǝn ⱨazir xǝⱨǝrdin qiⱪisǝn, Ⱨazir dalada turisǝn, Sǝn ⱨǝtta Babilƣimu qiⱪisǝn. Sǝn axu yǝrdǝ ⱪutⱪuzulisǝn; Axu yǝrdǝ Pǝrwǝrdigar sanga ⱨǝmjǝmǝt bolup düxmǝnliringdin ⱪutⱪuzidu.
Writhe and scream, daughter of Zion, like a woman in labor! For now you must leave the city and camp in the open field. You will be taken to Babylon, but there will be rescued. There the Lord will save you from the hands of your foes.
11 Wǝ ⱨazir nurƣun ǝllǝr: — «U ayaƣ asti ⱪilinip bulƣansun! Kɵzimiz Zionning [izasini] kɵrsün!» — dǝp sanga ⱪarxi jǝng ⱪilixⱪa yiƣilidu;
But now many nations gather against you. They say, “Let her be defiled, we will gloat over Zion.”
12 Biraⱪ ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning oylirini bilmǝydu, Uning nixanini qüxǝnmǝydu; Qünki ɵnqilǝrni hamanƣa yiƣⱪandǝk U ularni yiƣip ⱪoydi.
But they do not know the thoughts of the Lord. They do not understand his plan, for he has gathered them like sheaves for the threshing floor.
13 Ornungdin turup hamanni tǝp, i Zion ⱪizi, Qünki Mǝn münggüzüngni tɵmür, tuyaⱪliringni mis ⱪilimǝn; Nurƣun ǝllǝrni soⱪup parǝ-parǝ ⱪiliwetisǝn; Mǝn ularning ƣǝnimitini Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa, Ularning mal-dunyalirini pütkül yǝr-zemin Igisigǝ beƣixlaymǝn.
“Arise, thresh, daughter of Zion. I will make your horns iron, and your hoofs brass, so you might beat in pieces many peoples, and devote to the Lord their spoil, and their wealth to the ruler of all the earth.
