Naⱨum 3
1 Ⱪanliⱪ xǝⱨǝrgǝ way! U yalƣanqiliⱪ, zulum-zorawanliⱪ bilǝn tolƣan, U olja elixtin ⱨeq ⱪol üzgǝn ǝmǝs!
Woe to the bloody city! Full of lies and plunder, without end is the spoil.
2 Aⱨ, ⱪamqining ⱪarsildaxliri! Qaⱪlirining daⱪangxiwatⱪan, Atlarning qapqiwatⱪan, Pingildap ketiwatⱪan jǝng ⱨarwilirining sadaliri!
Hear the crack of the whip, hear the rattle of wheels. Galloping horses, jolting chariots.
3 Ⱪara, atliⱪ lǝxkǝrlǝrning ⱪangⱪixliri, Ⱪiliqlarning walildaxliri, Nǝyzilǝrning palildaxliri, Ɵltürülgǝnlǝrning kɵplüki, Ɵlüklǝr dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ! Jǝsǝtlǝrning sani yoⱪtur; Ular jǝsǝtlǝrgǝ putlixidu.
Horsemen charging, swords flashing, spears glittering, a multitude of slain, a heap of bodies, no end to the corpses over which people stumble!
4 — Seⱨirlǝrning piri u, — Əllǝrni paⱨixiwazliⱪi, Jǝmǝtlǝrni seⱨirliri bilǝn setiwetidu; Sǝn xerinsuhǝn paⱨixining nurƣun paⱨixilikliri tüpǝylidin,
“Because you acted like a whore, bewitching the nations, enticing the peoples,
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.
I am against you, Nineveh” the Lord of hosts declares. “I will strip your clothes and show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
6 Üstünggǝ nijasǝtni taxlaymǝn, Seni xǝrmǝndiqiliktǝ ⱪaldurimǝn, Seni rǝswa ⱪilimǝn.
“I will fling loathsome filth at you, and make you an object of contempt, a spectacle,
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?
so that everyone who sees you will flee from you and say: ‘Nineveh is laid waste, who will mourn for her?’
8 Sǝn dǝryalarning otturisida turƣan, Ətrapida sular bolƣan, Istiⱨkami dengiz bolƣan, Sepili dengiz bolƣan No-Amon xǝⱨiridin ǝwzǝlmusǝn?
“Are you any better than Thebes, which stood on the banks of the Nile, with waters around as a rampart, whose wall was the sea of waters?
9 Efiopiyǝmu, Misirmu uning küq-ⱪudriti idi, Ularning küqi qǝksiz idi; Put ⱨǝm Liwiyǝliklǝr uningƣa yardǝmqi idi;
Her strength was Ethiopia and Egypt. The Libyans were her helpers, and Put with its countless people.
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 exiled and made captive. On all corners of the streets her infants were dashed to pieces. Lots were cast for her nobles, all her great ones were bound in chains.
11 Sǝnmu mǝst bolisǝn; Sǝn mɵkünüwalisǝn; Sǝn düxmǝndin ⱨimayǝ izdǝp yürisǝn;
“You too, Nineveh, will be drunk with fear; you too will seek a place of escape from the foe.
12 Sening barliⱪ istiⱨkamliring huddi tunji mewigǝ kirgǝn ǝnjür dǝrihining ǝnjürlirigǝ ohxaydu; Birla silkisǝ, ular yegüqining aƣziƣa qüxidu.
All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; if 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.
Your troops are weak as women before your foes; the gates of your land are wide open; your defenses burned down.
14 Əmdi muⱨasirigǝ tǝyyarliⱪ ⱪilip su tartip ⱪoy! Ⱪorƣanliringni mustǝⱨkǝmlǝ! Seƣiz topidin lay etip, Ⱨak layni qǝylǝp ⱪoy! Humdanni raslap ⱪoy!
“Draw water for the siege, strengthen your forts. Go to the clay pits and tread the clay; take up the brick moulds.
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 will consume you, the sword will cut you down. Multiply like the locust or a swarm of grasshoppers.
16 Sǝn sodigǝrliringni asmandiki yultuzlardin kɵp ⱪilding; Mana, qekǝtkǝ liqinkisi ⱪanat qiⱪirip, uqup ketidu!
Increase the numbers of your merchants until they are more than the stars of heaven,
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.
until your watchmen are locusts, and your scribes like grasshoppers, which swarm in the hedges on a cold day; but when the sun rises they fly away, no one knows where.
18 Qopanliring mügdǝp ⱪaldi, i Asuriyǝning padixaⱨi; Sening aⱪsɵngǝkliring jim yatidu; Hǝlⱪing taƣlar üstigǝ tarⱪilip kǝtti, Ⱨeqkim ularni yiƣmaydu;
“King of Assyria: your princes slumber, your nobles sleep! Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one 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 healing for your hurt, your wound is incurable. All who hear of your fate clap their hands in joy, for who has escaped your limitless cruelty?”
