Naⱨum 3
1 Ⱪanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrgǝ way! U yalƣanqiliⱪ, zulum-zorawanliⱪ bilǝn tolƣan, U olja elixtin ⱨeq ⱪol üzgǝn ǝmǝs!
Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and rapine. The prey departs not.
2 Aⱨ, ⱪamqining ⱪarsildaxliri! Qaⱪlirining daⱪangxiwatⱪan, Atlarning qapqiwatⱪan, Pingildap ketiwatⱪan jǝng ⱨarwilirining sadaliri!
The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,
3 Ⱪara, atliⱪ lǝxkǝrlǝrning ⱪangⱪixliri, Ⱪiliqlarning walildaxliri, Nǝyzilǝrning palildaxliri, Ɵltürülgǝnlǝrning kɵplüki, Ɵlüklǝr dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ! Jǝsǝtlǝrning sani yoⱪtur; Ular jǝsǝtlǝrgǝ putlixidu.
the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, and the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble upon their bodies,
4 — Seⱨirlǝrning piri u, — Əllǝrni paⱨixiwazliⱪi, Jǝmǝtlǝrni seⱨirliri bilǝn setiwetidu; Sǝn xerinsuhǝn paⱨixining nurƣun paⱨixilikliri tüpǝylidin,
because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the well-favored harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, who sells nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts.
5 Mana, Mǝn sanga ⱪarxilixip qiⱪⱪanmǝn, — — dǝydu samawiy ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar, Kɵnglikingning etikini ⱪayrip yüzünggǝ yepip, seni axkarilaymǝn, Əllǝrgǝ uyat yǝrliringni, Padixaⱨliⱪlarƣa nomusungni kɵrsitimǝn.
Behold, I am against thee, says Jehovah of hosts, and I will uncover thy skirts upon thy face, and I will show the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame.
6 Üstünggǝ nijasǝtni taxlaymǝn, Seni xǝrmǝndiqiliktǝ ⱪaldurimǝn, Seni rǝswa ⱪilimǝn.
And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazing-stock.
7 Wǝ xundaⱪ boliduki, Seni kɵrgǝnlǝrning ⱨǝmmisi sǝndin ⱪeqip: — «Ninǝwǝ wǝyran ⱪilindi! Uning üqün kim ⱨaza tutidu?» — dǝydu; Mǝn sanga tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqilǝrni nǝdin tepip berimǝn?
And it shall come to pass, that all those who look upon thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nineveh is laid waste. Who will bemoan her? From where shall I seek comforters for thee?
8 Sǝn dǝryalarning otturisida turƣan, Ətrapida sular bolƣan, Istiⱨkami dengiz bolƣan, Sepili dengiz bolƣan No-Amon xǝⱨiridin ǝwzǝlmusǝn?
Are thou better than No-amon, that was situated among the rivers, that had the waters round about her, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea?
9 Efiopiyǝmu, Misirmu uning küq-ⱪudriti idi, Ularning küqi qǝksiz idi; Put ⱨǝm Liwiyǝliklǝr uningƣa yardǝmqi idi;
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite. Put and Lubim were thy helpers.
10 Umu elip ketilip, ǝsirlikkǝ qüxkǝn; Barliⱪ koqa bexida bowaⱪliri qɵrüp taxliwetildi; Ular uning mɵtiwǝrliri üqün qǝk taxlidi, Uning barliⱪ ǝrbabliri zǝnjirdǝ baƣlanƣanidi.
Yet she was carried away. She went into captivity. Her young sons also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets. And they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
11 Sǝnmu mǝst bolisǝn; Sǝn mɵkünüwalisǝn; Sǝn düxmǝndin ⱨimayǝ izdǝp yürisǝn;
Thou also shall be drunken. Thou shall be hid. Thou also shall seek a stronghold because of the enemy.
12 Sening barliⱪ istiⱨkamliring huddi tunji mewigǝ kirgǝn ǝnjür dǝrihining ǝnjürlirigǝ ohxaydu; Birla silkisǝ, ular yegüqining aƣziƣa qüxidu.
All thy fortresses shall be like fig trees with the first ripe figs. If they be shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Mana, hǝlⱪing xǝⱨiringdǝ ⱪiz-ayallardǝk bolup ⱪaldi; Zeminingning ⱪowuⱪliri düxmǝnliringgǝ kǝng iqilidu; Ot tɵmür taⱪaⱪliringni yǝp ketidu.
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women. The gates of thy land are set wide open to thine enemies. The fire has devoured thy bars.
14 Əmdi muⱨasirigǝ tǝyyarliⱪ ⱪilip su tartip ⱪoy! Ⱪorƣanliringni mustǝⱨkǝmlǝ! Seƣiz topidin lay etip, Ⱨak layni qǝylǝp ⱪoy! Humdanni raslap ⱪoy!
Draw thee water for the siege. Strengthen thy fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make strong the brick kiln.
15 Ot seni xu yǝrdǝ yǝp ketidu; Ⱪiliq seni üzüp taxlaydu; U seni qekǝtkǝ liqinkisidǝk yǝwatidu; Əmdi ɵzüngni qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliridǝk kɵp ⱪil, Qekǝtkidǝk ɵzüngni zor kɵp ⱪil!
There the fire shall devour thee. The sword shall cut thee off. It shall devour thee like the canker-worm. Make thyself many as the canker-worm. Make thyself many as the locust.
16 Sǝn sodigǝrliringni asmandiki yultuzlardin kɵp ⱪilding; Mana, qekǝtkǝ liqinkisi ⱪanat qiⱪirip, uqup ketidu!
Thou have multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven. The canker-worm ravages, and flees away.
17 Sening ǝrbabliring qekǝtkilǝrdǝk, Sǝrdarliring mijir-mijir qaⱪqiⱪizlardǝk bolidu; Mana ular soƣuⱪ künidǝ qitlar iqigǝ kiriwelip makan ⱪilidu; Ⱪuyax qiⱪⱪanda, ular ⱪeqip ketidu, Barƣan yerini tapⱪili bolmaydu.
Thy rulers are as the locusts, and thy marshals as the swarms of grasshoppers, which encamp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun arises they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
18 Qopanliring mügdǝp ⱪaldi, i Asuriyǝning padixaⱨi; Sening aⱪsɵngǝkliring jim yatidu; Hǝlⱪing taƣlar üstigǝ tarⱪilip kǝtti, Ⱨeqkim ularni yiƣmaydu;
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria. Thy nobles are at rest. Thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them.
19 Sening yarang dawasiz, Sening zǝhming eƣirdur; Hǝwiringni angliƣanlarning ⱨǝmmisi üstüngdin qawak qalidu; Qünki tohtawsiz rǝzilliking kimning bexiƣa kǝlmigǝndu?
There is no assuaging of thy hurt. Thy wound is grievous. All who hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee, for upon whom has not thy wickedness passed continually?
